m 


^  MAR  19  19 


Songs  of  the  Spirit. 

Jggmns  of  praise  anti  ^raucr 

TO 

GOD     THE     HOLY     GHOST. 

EDITED    BY 

The   Right    Rev.    WILLIAM    HENRY   ODENHEIMER,    D.D. 

AND 

FREDERIC    M.  BIRD. 


"5  beliebe  m  tlje  ?§olg  ©f}Ost,  tljc  3Lorti  anti  Giber  of  Ulfc." 


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In  the  Office  of  the  Librarian  of  Congress  at  Washington. 


^rtss  of 

JOHN    WILSON    AND    SON, 

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TO 


ALL     WHO      BELIEVE     THAT 


(KoU   tljc   I^Dlg   (5f)0st   is   tfjc   3Lort»   antJ    ILtfc    (Stbcr, 

AXD    WHO    IXVOKE,    IX    PRAYER    AND    PRAISE, 

HIS     GRACIOUS     POWER 

TO     PREPARE     THE     CHURCH     AXD     THE     DISCIPLE'S     HEART     FOR     THE 

SECOND     COMING     OF 

OUR      LORD     AXD     SAVIOUR     JESUS     CHRIST. 


PREFATORY     NOTE. 


TN  the  Second  Charge  of  the  Bishop  of  New  Jersey 
(a.d.  1865),  entitled  "The  Church's  Power  in  her 
Controversy  with  Antichrist,"  whilst  earnestly  advocating 
the  duty  and  privilege  of  direct  addresses  to  God  the 
Holy  Ghost,  as  the  divine  Administrator  for  Christ 
of  this  Dispensation,  the  following  language  was  em- 
ployed :  — 

"  We  uiust  pray  to  the  Holy  Ghost,  as  to  the  Father  and  to 
the  Son,  or  we  do  not  pray  in  the  fulness  of  the  Evangelical 
development  of  the  duty.  To  pray  is  to  address  our  petition 
to  God  ;  but  the  God  Whom  we  Christians  worship  is  Father, 
Son,  and  Holy  Ghost.  Every  petition  to  God  simply,  in  our 
Liturgy,  is  a  prayer  to  the  Three  Persons  of  the  one  Divine 
Nature  ;  but  this  is  not  always  distinctly  before  our  minds, 
and  I  desire  to  bring  it  out  with  emphasis. 

"  The  devotional  treasures  of  the  whole  Church,  and  of  all 
holy  men  who  have  composed  petitions  to  the  Third  Person 
of  the  adorable  Trinity,  in  Hymns  as  well  as  in  Prayers,  are 
spread  out  before  us,  and  we  can  use  them,  at  our  will,  in  our 
private,  family,  and  social  devotions." 

In  the  above  quotation  may  be  found  the  origin  and 
design  of  this  Collection  of  Hymns  to  the  Holy  Ghost. 


VI 


PRE  FA  TOR  Y  NO  TE. 


We  liave  fallen  on  evil  times.  We  want  power,  spir- 
itual power,  for  the  increase  of  purity,  unity,  cliarily. 
Now  ''  God  spake  once,  and  twice  have  I  also  heard 
tne  same,  that  pozver  bclongeth  u?ito  God." 


W.   H.   O. 


Burlington,  N.J.,  a.d.  1871. 


INTRODUCTION. 


''  I  ^HIS  volume  is  meant  to  be  in  some  sort  a  contri- 
bution to  the  history  of  doctrine  ;  containing  what 
Christian  men  in  many  lands  and  ages  have  held  and 
suno^  as  to  their  Enlio^htener  and  Sanctifier.  It  was  at 
first  intended  to  restrict  our  selections  to  direct  addresses 
to  the  Holy  Ghost  ;  but  much  matter  of  interest  beinof 
found,  which,  though  not  bearing  this  form,  dealt  alto- 
gether with  our  subject,  the  plan  was  enlarged,  and  the 
three  Introductory  Parts  or  Chapters  added.  Less  em- 
phasis every  way,  however,  is  laid  on  these  than  on  the 
body  of  the  book  ;  they  are  a  porch  of  the  Temple,  not 
the  Temple  itself. 

The  scope  of  the  work,  and  we  hope  its  spirit,  are 
thoroughly  Catholic.  All  religious  bodies  and  all  schools 
of  thouo^ht  which  recoo^nize  the  Deitv  of  the  Holy 
Ghost  are  allowed  to  have  their  say  in  these  pages :  if 
some  are  represented  more  fully  than  others,  it  is  because 
they  had  more  to  say  or  said  it  better.  The  amount  of 
material  may  surprise  our  readers,  considering  how  little 
on  this  subject  is  found  in  ordinary  Hymnals  and  Collec- 
tions   of  sacred    verse.     Little   indeed   has  been  written 


Viii  INTRODUCTION, 

here,  compared  with  the  enormous  mass  of  lyrics  which 
celebrate  the  Son  of  God  ;  but  the  whole  domain  of 
Hymnody  has  been  pretty  thoroughly  ransacked,  and  its 
treasures  drawn  upon  with  no  sparing  hand.  As  a  rule, 
whatever  seemed  noticeable,  whether  from  intrinsic  or 
extrinsic  reasons,  has  been  admitted ;  many  pieces 
W'hich  cannot  claim  much  poetic  merit  may  be  found  in- 
teresting historically,  either  from  the  value  that  has  been 
put  upon  them  by  Christian  congregations,  or  as  illus- 
tratinof  the  thoug^ht  and  feelinof  of  the  ag^e  or  school  in 
which  they  were  produced. 

It  was  not  deemed  wise  or  practicable  to  attempt  any 
division  of  the  subject  as  such.  The  ordinary  operations 
of  the  Spirit  are  everywhere  celebrated  through  the 
following  pages  in  a  way  which  defies  classification  ;  and 
His  special  relations  to  the  Bible,  to  Creation,  to  the 
natural  light  of  Reason  and  Conscience,  etc.,  are  men- 
tioned here  and  there,  for  the  most  part  incidentally, 
in  connection  with  these.  A  lingual  and  chronological 
arrangement  fitted  the  purpose  of  the  book,  and  was 
indeed  the  only  one  which  could  be  intelligently 
followed. 

Few  of  the  hymns  have  been  taken  at  second  hand : 
and  the  text  may  be  relied  on  as  unaltered  a?zd  un- 
abridged in  nearly  or  quite  ever}'^  case  except  where 
the  contrary  is  stated. 

The  idea  of  this  work  originated  with  Bishop  Oden- 
heimer,  as  intimated  in  his  Prefatory  Note ;  and  he  gath- 
ered   a    good    deal    of    material    toward   its   execution. 


INTRODUCTION. 


IX 


Afterwards  transferring  his  MSS.  to  me,  the  plan  and 
scope  of  it  have  been  enlarged ;  and  for  the  details  of 
selection,  arrangement,  and  annotation,  I  am  respon- 
sible. 

I  am  indebted  to  Dr.  E.  A.  Washburn,  the  Rev.  S.  W. 
Duffield,  and  the  Hon.  E.  C.  Benedict,  for  translations 
from  the  Latiri,  kindly  made  for  this  work ;  to  Thomas 
H.Gill,  Esq.,  for  an  original  hymn;  to  the  Rev.  B.  M. 
Schmucker,  D.D.,  of  Reading,  Pa.,  for  some  of  the  notes 
on  the  German  and  Latin  hymns ;  to  David  Creamer, 
Esq.,  of  Baltimore,  and  others,  for  the  loan  of  a  few 
important  books  not  in  my  own  library.  Mr.  Daniel 
Sedgwick  of  93  Sun  Street,  Bishopsgate,  London,  has 
supplied  some  points  of  information  elsewhere  inac- 
cessible :  indeed  no  Collection  can  be  thoroughly  made 
without  help  from  the  immense  information  and  long 
experience  of  this  veteran  hymnologist. 


F.    M.   B. 


Spotswood,  NJ.,  September,  1871. 


TABLE      OF      CONTENTS, 


INTRODUCTORY. 
Part  I. 

PRAYERS  FOR  THE  HOLY  GHOST. 


O  Lord,  Thy  wing  outspread 
O  Thou  that  hearest  prajer 
O  God  of  Love  and  Power 
Ere  the  world,  with  light  invested 
O  for  that  flame  of  living  fire 
Lord,  show  Thy  glory  as  of  old 
Full  of  weakness  and  of  sin 
For  another  Pentecost 
Come  from  the  four  winds 
Come,  ye  who  desire 
Saviour,  I  Thy  word  believe 
Jesus  is  gone  up  on  high 
Enthroned  on  high.  Almighty  Lord 
Father,  if  justly  still  we  claim 
Leave  us  not  comfortless 
Father,  if  Thou  my  Father  art 
Father  of  our  dying  Lord 
Father,  glorify  Thy  Son 
Jesus,  we  hang  upon  the  word 
Saviour  and  Prince  of  Peace 
Jesus,  our  exalted  Head 
Jesus,  we  on  the  word  depend 
Saviour,  Lord,  Who  at  Thy  Death 
Father,  admit  our  lawful  claim 


Author. 

Date.  Page. 

William  John  Blew. 

1851 

5 

John  Burton. 

1824 

6 

John  Mason  Neale. 

1844 

8 

W.  H.  Bathurst. 

1831 

9 

>> 

5J 

>5 

5? 

10 
II 

,, 

5J 

12 

Benjamin  Gough. 

1865 

13 

»5 

J> 

14 

,, 

55 

16 

A.  M.  Toplady. 

1759 

17 

Thomas  Kelly. 

1806 

19 

Thomas  Haweis. 

1792 

20 

John  Wesley. 

1739 

21 

Josiah  Conder. 

1836 

23 

Charles  Wesley. 

1740 

23 

1742 

25 

1746 

26 

5) 
55 
55 
55 

27 
28 
29 
31 

J5 

32 

>> 

33 

Xll 


TABLE   OF  CONTENTS 


Hear  all  the  Saviour's  cry 
Jesus,  Lord,  in  pitj  hear  us 
O  Thou  Who  by  Thy  Blood 
Son  of  God,  for  Thee  we  languish 


Author. 

Date.  Page. 

Charles  Wesley. 

1746    34 

» 

„         36 

>> 

»»       37 

>i 

»       38 

Part  11. 
THE   STORY   OF   PENTECOST. 


Above  the  starry  spheres 

Christ  had  regained  the  sky 

Now  our  prayers  are  heard 

Round  roll  the  weeks 

Gladsome  feast! 

Now  prompt,  O  Muse 

The  illustrious  day 

A  year's  swift  months 

All  laud  and  worship 

We  keep  the  Feast  of  Pentecost 

The  tuneful  sound  of  music 

He  Who  with  His  mighty  hand 

Holy  Gift,  surpassing 

I  will  not  leave  you  comfortless 

Hail  the  joyful  day's  return 

Midnight  clouds  are  rolled  away 

Exceeding  faithful  in  Thy  word 

Nay,  startle  not 

Thy  heavenly  kingdom  here  below 

Tongues  of  fire  from  Heaven 

When  Christ  His  body 

Welcome,  white  day ! 

At  Pentecost,  illustrious  day 

Now  Christ  ascends  above 

When  the  blest  day  of  Pentecost 

Granted  is  the  Saviour's  pra^'er 

Father  of  everlasting  grace 

Rejoice,  rejoice,  y^  fallen  race 

Sinners,  your  hearts  lift  up 


Ambrose  ? 

d-397 

45 

)) 

»» 

47 

From  the  Latin. 

49 

Hilary.? 

d.  368 

50 

?? 

>5 

52 

From  the  Latin. 

SZ 

Adam  St.  Victor. 

ab.  1 170 

54 

From  the  Latin. 

57 

NOTKER  "i 

912 

58 

From  the  Greek. 

59 

John  of  Damascus. 

ab.780 

60 

COSMAS. 

ab.  760 

61 

Joseph  of  the  Studium 

.  ab.  830 

62 

George  V.  Cox. 

1S45 

63 

Robert  Campbell. 

1850 

65 

Charles  L.  Ford. 

1858 

66 

George  Wither. 

1623 

67 

Christopher  Harvie. 

1640 

69 

Joseph  Beaumont. 

1652 

71 

Jeremy  Taylor. 

T^^SS 

72 

Henry-  More. 

1668 

73 

Henry  Vaughan. 

1654 

75 

Simon  Browne. 

1720 

78 

William  Hammond. 

1745 

So 

Joseph  Hart. 

1759 

82 

Charles  Wesley. 

1739 

83 

>> 

1746 

85 

)) 

1742 

87 

» 

>> 

89 

TABLE   OF  CONTESTS. 


Xlll 


Let  songs  of  praises  fill  the  skj 
There  was  a  lowly  upper  room 
The  Day  of  Pentecost 
Once  the  soft  dews  of  night 
Christ  our  Sun  on  us  arose 
One  the  descending  Flame 
When  God  of  old  came  down 
Day  divine,  when  sudden 
Would  the  Spirit  more  completely 


Author. 

Thomas  Cotterill. 
C.  F.  Alexander. 
Archer  T.  Gurxey. 
Eliza  Humphreys. 
R.  F.  Littledale. 
John  Keble. 

55 

Thomas  H.  Gill. 


Date. 

Page. 

1S19 

90 

1S40 

91 

1S62 

93 

1856 

94 

1S67 

95 

1846 

96 

1827 

98 

1850 

100 

55 

lOI 

Part  III. 

THE    FRUITS    OF   THE    SPIRIT. 


But  who  shall  comfort 
Jehovah,  let  me  now  adore  Thee 
His  Holy  Spirit  dwelleth 
Awake,  Thou  Spirit,  Who  of  old 
Dear  Dove,  Thy  prisoner  may  I  be 
My  soul  doth  magnify  the  Lord 
The  Love  of  the  Spirit  I  sing 
Dear  Lord,  and  shall  Thy  Spirit  rest 
The  God  of  grace  will  never  leave 
That  we  might  walk  with  God 
Away  with  our  fears 
Sinners,  lift  up  your  hearts 
Whither  shall  a  creature  run 
Drink  deep  of  the  Spirit 

0  love  ye  the  Spirit  indwelling 
The  Spirit  in  the  Word 

The  Spirit  in  our  hearts 

Blest  be  the  God  Who  men  inspired 

1  would  not  grieve  my  dearest  Lord 
Lord,  'twas  a  time  of  wondrous  Love 
As  blows  the  wind 

Not  bound  by  chains 

Thou  Who  framedst  this  goodly 

O  God,  when  wilt  Thou  come 


Charlotte  M.  Noel. 

1862     ] 

07 

B.  Crasselius. 

1697     ] 

09 

Paul  Gerhardt. 

1656 

[II 

C.  H.  BOGATZKY. 

1749 

[12 

Faithful  Teate. 

1669     ] 

[I4 

John  Mason. 

1683 

[16 

John  Ryland. 

1796     ] 

iS 

Anne  Steele. 

1760 

[I9 

John  Fawcett. 

1782 

[21 

Benjamin  Beddome. 

d.  1795 

22 

Charles  Wesley. 

1746 

t23 

>} 

55 

[24 

55 

1767 

[26 

John  Barclay. 

1776 

27 

55 

>» 

[29 

Thomas  Gibbons. 

1769 

[30 

H.  U.  Onderdonk. 

1826 

t3i 

S.  B.  Haslam. 

1824 

[32 

55 

-^^zz 

^Zl 

1800 

^34 

Ingram  Cobbin. 

^35 

C.  Wordsworth. 

1862 

'36 

J.  H.  Alexander. 

1844 

^l^ 

>> 

55 

f39 

XIV 


TABLE   OF  CONTENTS. 


Be  joyful  in  the  Lord,  ve  lands! 
Our  blest  Redeemer 
We  cannot  see  the  wondrous  Hand 
Brethren,  let  us  join  to  raise 
May  Thy  Spirit,  bright  and  holy 
Bright  Presence  !  may  my  soul 
\\'hy  hasteth  on  this  pilgrim  throng 
Alas  these  pilgrims  faint  and  worn 
O  smitten  soul 
Do  we  only  give  Thee  heed 
Thy  happy  ones  a  strain  begin 
Lord,  am  I  precious  in  Thy  sight 
Our  God,  our  God  !  Thou  shinest 
O  Son  of  God,  Who  wentest  up 


Author. 

Date. 

Page. 

J.  H.  Alexander. 

1844 

140 

Harriet  Auber. 

1829 

141 

Jane  Crewdson. 

1864 

142 

1832 

143 

Ada  Cambridge. 

1866 

144 

Thomas  H. 

Gill. 

1849 

147 

1850 

150 

1854 

151 

1S55 

^SZ 

1849 

I.S5 

1846 

156 

1849 

157 

1846 

158 

Arthur  M. 

Morgan. 

1856 

160 

HYMNS    TO    THE    HOLY    GHOST. 


LATIN  HYMNS. 


Author. 

Date. 

Page. 

Veni  Creator  Spiritus 

Uncertain. 

167 

First  Version 

■  George  Wither. 

1623 

16S 

Second  V 

'ersion 

William  Drummond. 

1623 

169 

Third 

John  Cosin. 

1627 

171 

Fourth 

Old  Version  Psalms. 

172 

Fifth 

Nahum  Tate. 

1703 

174 

Sixth 

John  Dryden. 

d.  1700 

175 

Seventh 

Isaac  Williams. 

1839 

177 

Eighth 

John  Williams. 

1845 

17S 

Ninth 

Robert  Campbell. 

1850 

179 

Veki  Sancte  Spiritus 

Robert  II.  of  France. 

d.  1031 

181 

First  Version 

John  Austin. 

1668 

183 

Second  Version 

Edward  Caswall. 

1848 

1S4 

Third 

j> 

Frederic  W.  Fabkr. 

1849 

186 

Fourth 

?> 

R.  Campbell. 

T850 

1S7 

Fifth 

j» 

John  Mason  Neale. 

1851 

1 88 

Sixth 

>> 

Ray  Palmer. 

1858 

189 

TABLE   OF  CONTENTS. 


Veni  Superne  Spiritus 

First  Version 

Second  Version 
Adsis  Superne  Spiritus 

First  Version 

Second  Version 

Third  „ 

Fourth          ,, 
Nunc  Sancte  nobis  Spiritus 

First  Version 

Second  Version 

Third 
O  Foxs  Amoris  Spiritus 

First  Version 

Second  Version 
Sancti    Spiritus    adsit    nobis 
gratia 

First  Version 

Second  Version 
Almum  Flamen,  Vita  Mundi 
O  Ignis  Spiritus  Paracliti 

First  Version 

Second  Version 
Amor  Patris  et  Filii 
Veni  Creator  Spiritus,  Spiritus 

Recreator 
Veni  Summe  Consolator 
Simplex  in  Essentia 

First  Version 

Second  Version 
O  Inexhaustive  Fount  of  Light! 
Spiritus  Sancte,  pie  Paraclite 


Author. 
Unknown. 
Isaac  Williams. 
William  J.  Blew. 
Unknown. 
I.  Williams. 
Joseph  F.  Thrupp.? 
HoRATius  Bonar. 
E.  L.  Blenkinsopp. 
Ambrose? 
J.  H.  Newman. 
John  Chandler. 
Jane  Crewdson. 
Unknown. 
J.  Chandler. 
I.  Williams. 


XV 


Date.  Page. 

1839  191 

1851  192 

1839  193 

185-  194 

186 I  195 

1864  197 

1836  198 

1837  199 
1864  199 

1857  200 

1839  201 


NOTKER.  d.  912 

J.  M.  Neale.                          1863  201 

E.  C.  Benedict.                   1871  203 

Unknown,  tr.  Kynaston.     1S62  205 
Hildegarde.                      d.  1197 

R.  F.  Littledale.               1864  207 

T.  G.  Crippen.                     1868  208 

Unknown,  tr.  Littledale.  1864  210 

Adam  of  St.  Victor,  ab.  1172  211 

■>■>             5J                    11                                               11  213 


E.  A.  Washburn. 

S.    W.    DUFFIELD. 

E.  Caswall. 

HiLDEBERT. 

tr.  E.  A.  Washburn. 


1871  216 

1871  218 

1858  220 

d.  1133  222 
1871 


ITALIAN   HYMN. 
Come  down,  O  Love  divine !  Bianco  da  Siena.  d.  1434    225 


XVI 


TABLE   OF  CONTENTS. 


GERMAN    HYMNS. 


KoMM,  Heiliger  Geist 

First  Version 

Second  Version 

Third 

Fourth         ,, 
Nun  bitten  wir  den   Heiligen 
Geist 

First  Version 

Second  Version 

Third  „ 

KoMM,  Gott,  Schopfer,  Heiliger 
Geist 

First  Version 

Second  Version 

O    DU    ALLERSiJSZSTE    FrEUDE 

First  Version 

Second  Version 

Third  „ 

Zeuch  ein  zu  deinen  Thoren 

First  Version 

Second  Version 
O  Heil'ger  Geist,  kehr'bei  uns 

EIN 

BRUNquELL  aller  Guter 

KOMM,      O     KOMM,     DU     GeIST     DES 

Lebens 

First  Version 
Second  Version 

SCHMUCKT   DAS    FeST    MIT   MaIEN 

Hochgelobter  Geist  und  Herr 
O  Gott,  O  Geist,  O  Light  des 
Lebens 

First  Version 

Second  Version 


i  uthor. 

Martin  Luther. 

MYLEi     CoVERDALE. 

J.  C.  J\cobi. 
A.  T.  Russell. 
C.  Winkworth. 

Luther. 
M.  Coverdale. 
A.  T.  Russell. 
Richard  Massie. 

Luther. 
R.  Massie. 
Anonymous. 
Paul  Gerhardt. 
J.  C  Jacobi. 

A.    M.    TOPLADY. 

C.  Winkworth. 
Paul  Gerhardt. 
C.  Winkworth. 


Michael  Schirmer. 
John  Frank. 

J.  Neander. 
C.  Winkworth 
c.  w.  schaeffer. 
Benjamin  Schmolke. 
Christian  Gregor. 

G.  Tersteegen. 
C.  Winkworth. 
B.  H.  Kennedy.? 


Date.  Page. 

1524  230 

153-  231 

1722  232 

1851  234 

1855  235 

1524  236 

153-  237 

I 85 I  238 

1854  239 

1524  240 

1854  240 
1S52  241 
1653  242 
1725  242 
1776  245 
1862  247 
1656  249 

1855  249 

1862  253 

1650  256 

1660  25S 

d.  1680  260 

1S58  261 

1866  263 

1715  264 

d.  iSoi  267 

I 73 I  269 

1S55  269 

1863  270 


TABLE   OF  CONTENTS. 


xvii 


Thou  Who  lovest  us  as  a  Father 

O  Geist  des  Herrn 

Geist  des  GlauBens 

O  KOMM,  DU  Geist  der  Wahrheit 


Author. 

David  Bruhn. 
J.  C.  Lavater. 
C.J.  P.  Spitta. 


Date.  Page. 

d.  1782  272 

d.  1801  274 

1833  275 

1833  278 


DANISH    HYMNS. 


Thou  Holy  Spirit,  Comforter 
Returned  is  sacred  Pentecost 
Be  our  support,  O  Holy  Ghost 
God  Holy  Ghost,  teach  us  in  faith 


Christensen. 
Anonymous. 


tr.  1868     280 

tr.  1850     281 

»,  283 

284 


FRENCH    HYMNS. 

Spirit  of  Charity  Mme.   Guion.  d.   1717  285 

O  Holy  Spirit,  blessed  Comforter       Cesar  Malan.  tr.  1866  286 

Spirit  of  Truth,  Thy  gracious  beams  ,,  ,,  287 


OLD    ENGLISH    HYMNS. 


1530-1700. 


O  Holy  Spirite,  our  Comfortoure 

Come,  Holy  Spirit,  God  of  might 

Come,  Holy  Ghost,  eternall  God 

O  heavenly  Spirit  of  especiall  power 

O  Holy  Spirit,  assist  me 

Fragments 

Listen,  sweet  Dove,  unto  my  song 

Providence 

And  art  Thou  grieved 

The  same  rewritten 

Fountain  of  sweets  !  Eternal  Dove 

In  the  houre  of  my  distress 

O  Thou  eternal  Spright! 

The  Lord's  Garden 

Come,  mild  and  holy  Dove 

O  sacred  Spirit,  within  my  soul 

Come,  blessed  Spirit,  descend 


Myles  Coverdale. 

153- 

291 

Old  Version  Psalms. 

292 

Francis  Kinwelmersh. 

1576 

294 

Richard  Vennard. 

1 601 

295 

Anonymous.                    ab. 

1600 

297 

Edmund  Spenser. 

1596 

298 

George  Herbert.           d. 

1632 

5» 

299 
300 

>> 

5? 

302 

John  Wesley. 

1739 

303 

Joseph  Beaumont. 

1652 

304 

Robert   Herrick. 

1647 

305 

Henry  More. 

1640 

307 

John  Austin. 

1668 

307 
309 

John  Rawlet. 

I6S7 

311 

Lancelot  Addison. 
b 

1699 

312 

XVIU 


TABLE   OF  CONTENTS. 


ENGLISH    HYMNS    OY  THE    EIGHTEENTH    CENTURY. 


Why  should  the  children  of  a  King 

Eternal  Spirit,  we  confess 

Come,  Holy  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove 

Come,  Holy  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove 

He's  come !  let  every  knee  be  bent 

O  Thou  propitious  Paraclete 

Come,  Holy  Ghost,  celestial  Dove 

Dear  Comforter  of  pious  souls 

Awake,  awake,  Thou  Spirit  sweet 

Hail,  Holy  Ghost,  Jehovah 

Hear,  Holy  Spirit,  hear 

Come,  Holy  Ghost 

Come,  Holy  Ghost 

Come,  Holy  Ghost,  our  hearts 

Hymns  on  the  Lord's  Supper 

Spirit  of  Faith,  come  down 

Come,  holy,  celestial  Dove 

Author  of  every  work  divine 

Spirit  of  Truth,  descend 

Eternal  Spirit,  come 

Holy,  sanctifying  Dove 

Stay,  Thou  insulted  Spirit,  stay 

O  Thou  meek  and  injured  Dove 

In  National  Danger 

Short  Scripture  Hymns 

The  Fruit  of  the  Spirit 

Inspirer  of  the  ancient  Seers 

Spirit  of  truth,  essential  God 

'•  Hymns  on  the  Trinity  " 

Kindler  of  seraphic  fire 

Come,  Thou  all-inspiring  Spirit 

Spirit  of  supplication 

Spirit  of  Love,  return 

Spirit  of  revelation 

Awake  and  blow.  Thou  purest  Wind 

Holy  Ghost,  anointing  Dove 


Author. 

Isaac  Watts. 


Simon  Browne. 
Anonymous. 
Thomas  Coney. 
Thomas  Harrison. 
James  Craig. 
John  Wright. 
Samuel  Wesley,  Jr. 
Charles  Wesley. 


John  Cennick 


Date. 

Page. 

1707 

315 

1709 

316 

1707 

317 

1720 

318 

1733 

319 

1722 

321 

1721 

323 

1727 

324 

1727 

325 

1736 

327 

1739 

328 

'■•) 

331 

1740 

332 

»» 

334 

1745  335-6 

1746 

337 

T5 

338 

•>1 

340 

It 

346 

,, 

349 

1749 

350 

,, 

351 

II 

352 

1756 

ZSZ 

762  3 

^4-8 

V 

ZS^ 

1' 

359 

1767 

361 

„  362-3 

•)1 

364 

5» 

365 

II 

366 

5> 

36S 

369 

[742   370 
I74I   371 


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XIX 


After  a  Dispute 

At  Adult  Baptism 

Now  maj  the  Spirit's  holy  Fire 

For  an  Awakening 

Holy  Spirit,  gently  come 

Descend,  immortal  Dove 

Great  Spirit  of  Immortal  Love 

Hear,  gracious  Sovereign 

Come,  descend,  O  heavenly  Spirit 

Come,  Holy  Spirit,  come 

Blest  God,  that  once  in  fiery  tongues 

Blest  Spirit  of  Truth,  eternal  God 

Descend  from  Heaven 

Come,  Holy  Spirit,  now  descend 

Earnest  of  future  bliss 

Fain  would  I  mount 

Eternal  Spirit,  Source  of  light 

Eternal  Spirit!  'twas  Thy  Breath 

Come,  Holy  Ghost 

Breathe,  descending  Holy  Spirit 

Gentle  Spirit,  waft  me  over 

The  Rapture 

Adult  Baptism 

Blest  Harbinger  of  future  joj^s 

Spirit  of  mercy,  truth,  and  love 

Gracious  Spirit,  Dove  divine 

Come,  Thou  soul-transforming 

Thou  Source  of  all  vigor  divine 

Eternal  Spirit,  mighty  Lord 

Great  Spirit,  by  Whose  mighty  power 

Spirit  of  God  and  glory,  send 

Spirit  of  power,  descend 

Thou  Spirit  of  eternal  Truth 

The  Retrospect 

Come,  Holy  Spirit,  come 

Come,  blessed  Spirit,  Source 

Eternal  Spirit,  Source  of  good 

My  faith  is  weak,  my  foes  are  strong 

Ere  Nature,  lovelj^  child,  arose 


Author. 

John  Cexnick. 

Robert  Seagrave. 

William  Hammond. 
Philip  Doddridge. 


Thomas  Rawson. 
Joseph  Hart. 


William  Williams. 
Augustus  M.  Toplady. 

55 

Samuel  Davies. 
Elizabeth  Scott. 
John  Willisqn. 
James  Neale. 
Richard  Kempenfelt. 

John  Fellows. 

Anonymous. 
John  Stocker. 
Jonathan  Evans. 
John  Ryland. 
Samuel  Medley. 
Thomas  Haweis. 


Maria  F.  Cowper. 

55 

Benjamin  Beddome.        d. 

55 
55 

55 

Samuel  Pattison. 


Date. 

Page. 

1741 

371 

1742 

372 

1742 

373 

,, 

375 

1745 

376 

1 75 1 

378 

,, 

379 

55 

3S0 

1757 

380 

1759 

3S2 

55 

383 

,, 

384 

55 

385 

1759 

387 

1759 

388 

1771 

390 

1761 

39^ 

392 

1767 

393 

1763 

394 

1767 

395 

55 

396 

1773 

399 

55 

401 

1775 

402 

1777 

403 

1784 

404 

1786 

4C5 

1789 

406 

1792 

407 

55 

408 

55 

409 

1792 

409 

,, 

411 

1795 

413 

55 

414 

55 

414 

,, 

415 

1792 

416 

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TABLE   OF  CONTENTS. 


Holy  Ghost,  the  Comforter 
IIolj  Spirit,  now  descend 
Come,  Holy  Ghost,  and  warm 
Hail,  Holy  Spirit 


Author. 
Samuel  Pattisox. 
Richard  Burnham. 
Anonymous. 
Simon  Browne. 


Date.  Page. 
1792  417 
1796  419 
1798  419 
1720  421 


ENGLISH    HYMNS    OF  THE   NINETEENTH    CENTURY. 


Holy  Ghost,  inspire  our  praises 

Come,  Thou  almighty  Comforter 

Come,  Holy  Spirit!  calm  my  mind 

Spirit  of  God,  on  Thee  we  call 

Eternal  Spirit,  Source  of  Truth  ! 

Spirit  of  truth,  Thy  grace  impart 

Holy  Ghost,  Whose  tire  celestial 

Spirit  of  Truth,  O  Holy  Ghost 

Holy  Ghost,  w^e  look  to  Thee 

Hol\^  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove 

Holy  Spirit,  heavenly  Witness 

Eternal  Spirit,  let  me  know 

Almighty  Spirit,  we 

Spirit  Jehovah!  glorious  Lord! 

Holy  Ghost,  with  light  divine 

Spirit  Divine!  attend  our  prayers 

Lord  God,  the  Holy  Ghost 

Spirit  of  power  and  might,  behold 

O  Spirit  of  the  living  God 

Thee  will  we  praise 

Inspired  by  Thee 

Spirit  of  Truth !   on  this  Thy  day 

Confirmation 

Ordination 

How  dare  we  pray  Thee  dwell  within 

For  Help  in  the  Fight 

O  turn,  most  Holy  Spirit!  turn 

Prayer  for  Simplicity 

Eternal  Spirit,  by  Whose  power 

Spirit  of  Life,  Thy  influence  shed 


Basil  Woodd. 

1800 

425 

Daniel  Herbert. 

I  801 

426 

John  Stewart. 

1803 

427 

John  Kempthorne. 

I8IO 

428 

Thomas  Cotterill. 

I8II 

429 
430 

Anonymous. 

I815 

431 

,, 

5> 

431 

William  Gadsby. 

I814 

432 

Joseph  Irons. 

I816 

433 

5> 

•)■> 

434 

7J 

»5 

435 

Thomas  Row. 

436 

Robert  Hawker. 

437 

Andrew  Reed. 

I817 

439 

11 

1842 

440 

James  Montgomery. 

I819 

442 

J' 

1825 

443 

444 

Henry  Lowe. 

1820 

445 

S.  B.  Haslam. 

IS33 

446 

Regin.\ld  Heber. 

1827 

446 

John  Keble. 

1827 

447 

,, 

11 

44S 

,, 

450 

Anonymous. 

IS28 

450 

5> 

11 

451 

R.  Dunderdale. 

1829 

452 

W.  H.  Bathurst. 

IS3I 

453 

5> 

11 

454 

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Spirit  of  holiness,  look  down 
Holj'  Spirit,  from  on  high 
Holiest  Source  of  consolation 
Spirit  of  God,  Whose  sacred  fire 
Once  more  the  Christian  Pentecost 
Holy  Spirit,  Fount  of  blessing 
O  Holy  Spirit,  Who  didst  shed 
Spirit  of  Mercy,  dwell 
Eternal  Spirit,  Lord  of  Light 
Prayer  for  a  Minister 
Gracious  Spirit,  Source  of  bliss 
Holy  Ghost,  Thy  power  impart 
O  breathe  upon  this  languid  frame 
Blessed  Spirit!  Thou  Who  deignest 
God  of  peace  and  consolation 
Holy  Comforter!  Who  guidest 
For  Faith,  Hope,  and  Charity 
Sunday  Morning 
Holy  Spirit,  come  renew  me 
Spirit  of  Life,  go  forth ! 
O  Holy  Spirit,  come 
Spirit  of  Truth  and  Holiness 
Spirit  of  Power!  to  Thee  I  cry 
Breathe,  Holy  Spirit,  from  above 
For  a  Child 
For  Ember  Week 

Gracious,  free,  and  sovereign  Spirit 
Fountain  of  Life  most  pure 
Holy  Spirit,  mystic  Dove 
Spirit  of  Truth  !  my  mind  illume 
Saviour,  Thy  Father's  Promise  send 
Spirit  of  Life  and  Light,  descend 
For  a  Blessing  on  Preaching 
Blest  Spirit,  from  the  Eternal  Sire 
O  Holy  Ghost,  Who  didst  descend 
The  Communion  of  Saints 
Glory,  Holy  Ghost,  to  Thee 
Thou  Who  earnest  froin  above 
Blest  Comforter,  Balm  of  the  mind 


Author. 

Date 

Page. 

W.  H.  Batiiurst. 

183 1 

455 

11 

11 

456 

Baptist  W.  Noel? 

1832 

457 

Anonymous. 

11 

457 
45S 

Thomas  J.  Judkin. 

183I 

11 

459 
460 

William  W.  Hull. 

1833 

461 

Eliza  J.  Fallow. 

11 

461 

C    E.  Tonna. 

1834 

462 

S.  C.  E.  Neville. 

1836 

463 
464 

JOSIAH    CoNDER. 

,, 

465 

Charlotte  Elliott. 

1836 

466 

>> 

1854 

467 

}) 

184I 

468 

Richard  Mant. 

1837 

469 

James  Edmeston. 

11 

470 

471 

Anonymous. 

1837 

472 

William  Allen.!* 

1835 

472 

Anonymous. 

1838 

11 

473 
474 

,, 

1829 

475 

Diana  A.  Thrupp. 

1840 

476 

Henry  O'Neile. 

11 

477 

J.  C.  H. 

1842 

478 

William  P.  Sparks. 

11 

479 

Joseph  Jones. 

,, 

481 

,, 

,, 

483 

Henry  Alford. 

1844 

484 

Nathaniel  Meeres. 

1845 

484 

John  Leifchild. 

1842 

485 

William  M.  Bunting. 

11 

4S7 

Isaac  Williams. 

1843 

488 

5> 

11 

490 
490 

John  Mason  Neale. 

1844 

491 

Anonymous. 

»» 

492 

XXll 


TABLE   OF  CONTENTS. 


O  Spirit  of  Love 

Spirit  that  dwellest  where 

O  Holy  Ghost,  the  Comforter 

Eternal  Former  of  the  holy  mind 

Single  Verses 

Spirit  of  Truth,  be  Thou  my  Guide 

Great  Spirit,  like  a  rushing  wind 

O  Holy  Ghost,  we  praise  Thy  Name 

Holy  Ghost,  Whose  potent  word 

Spirit  of  God,  I  cannot  rest 

Fountain  of  Love  !  Thyself  true  God 

Holy  Ghost,  coine  down 

O  for  those  solitary  hours 

Grace  Increate ! 

Holy  Spirit,  given 

O  Thou  Who  by  the  Lord 

Now  is  the  Church's  joyous  feast 

Blest  Comforter,  Who  didst  inspire 

Holy  Ghost,  Who  us  instructest 

Come,  O  promised  Comforter 

Come,  Holj'  Ghost,  on  us  descend 

Come  to  our  poor  nature's  night 

And  will  the  mighty  God 

O  Holy  Spirit,  send 

O  Spirit  of  the  living  God 

Gracious  Spirit,  from  on  high 

Spirit  of  God!   descend 

When  across  the  inward  thought 

Gracious  Spirit,  dwell  with  me 

Spirit!  Whose  various  energies 

Spirit  of  sacred  happiness 

Spirit  of  Beauty! 

Holy  Communion 

God  the  Spirit,  we  aspire 

Confirmation 

O  Holy  Spirit,  now  descend  on  me 

O  Holy  Spirit!  Comforter  divine 

Holy  Spirit,  Source  of  Light 

Wind  of  the  North  !  awake 


^    Author. 

Date. 

Page 

John  Harding. 

1847 

493 

Julia  C.  Grimani. 

1849 

494 

J.  E.  Browne. 

,, 

495 

Robert  Montgomery. 

18.SI 

497 

»5 

,, 

498 

Anne  Bronte. 

d.  1849 

498 

Benjamin  S.  Hollis. 

1849 

499 

„  ? 

., 

500 

? 

11 

501 

m'    ? 

11 

502 

Frederick  W.  Faber. 

»» 

.S03 

?> 

505 

^L\TTHEW  Bridges. 

1848 

507 

Edward  Caswall. 

1858 

508 

Arthur  T.  Russell. 

5> 

1S5I 

510 

M 

11 

512 

,, 

11 

513 

>» 

11 

513 

">■) 

1848 

514 

»» 

,, 

h^S 

George  Rawson. 

1S53 

516 

,. 

1862 

51S 

John  Flesher. 

^S53 

519 

Anonymous. 

,. 

520 

T^LVRGARET   MaCKAY. 

1854 

521 

George  Croly. 

522 

Henry  G.  Tomkins. 

1S55 

^n 

Thomas  T.  Lynch. 

1S55 

524 

•5 

J' 

526 

)> 

11 

537 

»> 

11 

528 

11 

1S68 

529 

Eliza  Humphreys. 

1856 

529 

J.  H.  Butterworth. 

1857 

531 

Christina  Forsyth. 

11 

1861 

532 
534 

C.  Newman  Hall. 

1857 

sz^ 

Charles  B.  Tayler. 

535 

TABLE   OF  CONTENTS. 


XXlll 


Till  the  day  dawn 

Spirit  of  everlasting  Grace 

Come,  mighty  Spirit,  penetrate 

jNlighty  Comforter,  to  Thee 

Almighty  Comforter  and  Friend 

When  t|ie  leaves  of  life  are  falling 

Holy  Ghost,  Thou  satest  brooding 

The  Body's  Temple 

Meekness  of  Spirit 

O  Holy  Ghost  Who  down  dost  come 

Holy  Spirit!  dwell  with  me 

The  Divine  Renewer 

The  Unchanging  Renewer 

The  Spirit's  Dealings 

Lord,  when  we  come 

O  Spirit  sweet  and  pure 

O  Spirit  of  our  spirit 

Spirit  of  Bondage  unto  fear 

Spirit  of  Christ,  descend 

Hear,  Holy  Spirit 

The  Lord  is  gone 

When  the  Lord  of  Hosts  ascended 

Holy  Ghost,  Illuminator 

Gracious  Spirit,  Holy  Ghost 

Confirmation 

Spirit  of  God,  that  moved  of  old 

O  Holy  Spirit,  come 

Spirit  of  Power  and  Truth  and  Love 

Praise  be  Thine,  most  Holy  Spirit 

Sonnets 

Silence  in  Heaven 

Holy  Spirit!  long  expected 

Gift  of  the  Father's  living  Love 

Come,  Holy  Spirit,  come 

We  give  Thee  thanks,  Good  Spirit 

Eternal  Spirit,  Thee  we  praise 

O  Lord,  Thy  Holy  Spirit  send 

Thou  blessed  Spirit,  by  Whose  aid 

O  Spirit,  Lord  and  God 


Autlior. 

Date. 

Page. 

HORATIUS    BONAR. 

1857 

537 

>» 

,, 

537 

»> 

iS6r 

53S 

»> 

11 

539 

J> 

1866 

540 

,, 

11 

54 1 

Robert  W.  Evans. 

1S60 

543 

>» 

5} 

545 

>> 

»» 

54S 

Thomas  H.  Gill. 

1863 

550 

>> 

1848 

551 

>> 

1867 

552 

>> 

1869 

554 

)> 

1854 

SSS 

j> 

)> 

557 

>> 

1868 

55S 

Charlotte  M.  Noel. 

1862 

560 

Samuel  Dunn. 

11 

561 

11 

,, 

562 

Francis  Pott. 

tr.  1 86 1 

563 

Ajstonymous. 

1861 

564 

C.  Wordsworth. 

1S62 

565 

>» 

11 

56S 

i^ 

11 

570 

)y 

11 

571 

Cecil  F.  Alexander. 

1858 

572 

Oswald  Allen. 

1862 

573 

W.  L.  Alexander. 

1849 

574 

Thomas  Burbidge. 

576 

Anonymous. 

578 

-5S0 

Herbert  Kynaston. 

1862 

580 

John  S.  B.  Monsell. 

1S63 

581 

11 

11 

■^^z 

Thomas  Davis. 

1864 

•584 

B.  E.  Bishop. 

1863 

585 

Anonymous. 

1862 

585 

11 

1864 

586 

11 

1863 

587 

>> 

1864 

588 

XXIV 


TABLE    OF  CONThNTS. 


O  Spirit,  descend 

Unseen  Spirit,  Lord  of  Life 

Spirit  of  Life  and  Light 

Let  Thy  wondrous  -way  be  known 

Opening  a  Place  of  Worship 

God  the  Spirit,  we  adore  Thee 

Confirmation 

Come  Thou,  O  come 

Litany  of  the  Holy  Ghost 

Another 

Twelve  Fruits  of  the  Spirit 

Spirit  of  Christ.  Thou  speakest 

Holy  Ghost,  this  day  descending 

Who  but  Thou,  almighty  Spirit 


Author. 

D  viD  Thomas. 
W.  R.  Percival. 

J)  . 
A.  Jackson. 
Joseph  Trittox. 
Samuel  J.  Stone. 
James  G.  Faithfull. 
Gerard  Moultrie. 
R.  F.  Littledale. 
Thomas  B.  Pollock. 

Edward  W.  Eddis. 
James  Gabb. 
"Eriphas." 


Date.  Page. 

1866  590 

V  593 

1S67  594 

1S66  595 

1867  596 
tr.  1867  59S 

1867  599 

1870  601 
605 

1S6S  606 

1 87 1  607 
1821  609 


AMERICAN    HYMNS. 


Eternal  Spirit,  wilt  Thou  dwell 
Blest  Comforter  Divine 
Spirit  of  Holiness,  descend 
O  Spirit  of  Holiness,  breathe 
Creator  Spirit!  come  and  bless  us 
O  Holy  Comforter 
O  Thou  Whose  influence  wakes 
Holy  Ghost,  Thou  Source  of  Light 
Spirit,  poured  on  Pentecost 
O  for  a  heart  of  calm  repose 
O  Spirit  of  the  Lord  of  Hosts 
Blow  on.  Thou  mighty  Wind 
For  Reunion 


Anonymous. 
Lydia  H.  Sigourney. 
Samuel  F.  Smith. 
Thomas  Hastings. 
William  Croswell. 
Ray  Palmer. 
Anonymous. 


William  Pinkney. 
John  Henry  Hopkins. 


IS2I 

611 

IS24 

612 

1843 

613 

1850 

614 

d.  1851 

615 

1865 

616 

l8r6 

617 

1858 

618 

1859 

619 

-1S64 

620 

1865 

621 

i860 

624 

186- 

626 

EutroOuctorp* 


PART  I. 


PRAYERS  FOR  THE  HOLY  GHOST. 


%\it  IJrnmbc  of  thit  Jfatljcr. 

Proverbs  i.  23.     I  will  pour  out  my  Spirit  unto  you. 
Isaiah  xliv.  3.     I  will  pour  my  Spirit  upon  thy  seed. 
Ezekiel  xxxvi,  27.     I  will  put  my  SPIRIT  within  you. 
Joel  ii.  28.     It  shall  come  to  pass  afterward,  that  I  will  pour  out 
my  Spirit  upon  all  flesh. 

^^t  ^romisi^  jof  Cljrtst. 

St.  John  xiv.  16-18.  I  will  pray  the  Father,  and  He  shall  give 
you  another  Comforter,  that  He  may  abide  with  you 
for  ever;  even  the  Spirit  of  Truth;  whom  the  world 
cannot  receive,  because  it  seeth  Him  not,  neither  knoweth 
Him  :  but  ye  know  Him  ;  for  He  dwelleth  with  you,  and 
shall  be  in  you.  I  will  not  leave  you  comfortless  :  I  will 
come  to  you. 

xiv.  26.  The  Comforter,  which  is  the  Holy  Ghost, 
whom  the  Father  will  send  in  my  name.  He  shall  teach 
you  all  things,  and  bring  all  things  to  your  remembrance, 
whatsoever  I  have  said  unto  you. 

XV.  26.  When  the  Comforter  is  come,  whom  I  will  send 
unto  you  from  the  Father,  even  the  Spirit  of  Truth, 
which  proceedeth  from  the  Father,  He  shall  testify  of 
Me. 

xvi.  7.  It  is  expedient  for  you  that  I  go  away  :  for  if  I  go 
not  away,  the  Comforter  will  not  come  unto  you ;  but  if 
I  depart,  I  will  send  Him  unto  you. 

xvi.  13,  14.  When  He,  the  Spirit  of  Truth,  is  come.  He 
will  guide  you  into  all  Truth  :  for  He  shall  not  speak  of 
Himself;  but  whatsoever  He  shall  hear,  that  shall  He 
speak  :  and  He  will  show  you  things  to  come.  He  shall 
glorify  Me  :  for  He  shall  receive  of  mine,  and  shall 
show  it  unto  you. 

[  And  just  before  His  Ascension  :  ] 

Luke  xxiv.  49.  Behold,  I  send  the  Promise  of  my  Father 
upon  you. 


IV/irAKE  me  a  clean  heart,  O  God,  and  renew  a  right  spirit 

"*"  within  me. 

Cast  me  not  away  from  Thy  presence,  and  take  not  Thy  Holy 

Spirit  from  me. 
O  give  me  the  comfort  of  Thy  help  again,  and  stablish  me  with 

Thy  free  Spirit. 

/^  GOD  the  King  of  glory,  who  hast  exalted  Thine  only 
^^  Son  Jesus  Christ  with  great  triumph  unto  Thy  King- 
dom in  Heaven  :  we  beseech  Thee,  leave  us  not  comfortless, 
but  send  to  us  Thine  Holy  Ghost  to  comfort  us,  and  exalt  us 
unto  the  same  place  whither  our  Saviour  Christ  is  gone  before  : 
who  liveth  and  reigneth  with  Thee  and  the  Holy  Ghost,  one 
God,  world  without  end. 

O  END,  we  beseech  Thee,  almighty  God,  Thy  Holy  Spirit 
^  into  our  hearts,  that  He  may  rule  and  direct  us  according  to 
Thy  will,  comfort  us  in  all  our  temptations  and  afHictions,  defend 
us  from  all  error,  and  lead  us  into  all  Truth  ;  that  we,  being 
steadfast  in  the  faith,  may  increase  in  love  and  in  all  good 
works,  and  in  the  end  obtain  everlasting  life  :  through  Jesus 
Christ  Thy  Son  our  Lord. 


L 


AMB  of  God,  that  takest  away  the  sins  of  the  world, 
Pour  on  us  the  Holy  Spirit. 


Lamb  of  God,  that  takest  away  the  sins  of  the  world, 
Send  forth  on  us  the  promised  Spirit  of  the  Father. 

Lamb  of  God,  that  takest  away  the  sins  of  the  world, 
Give  unto  us  the  Spirit  of  Peace. 


PRAYERS^  FOR  THE  HOLY  GHOST. 


O   LORD,   THY  WING   OUTSPREAD: 


William   John   Blew.      From  his  Church  Hymn  and  Tune  Book,  1851-5. 
There  is  a  doxology,  here  omitted. 


/^  LORD,  Thy  wing  outspread, 
^^     And  us  Thy  flock  enfold  ; 
Thy  broad  wing  spread,  that  covered 

Thy  mercy-seat  of  old  : 
And  o'er  our  nightly  roof, 

And  round  our  daily  path, 
Keep  watch  and  ward,  and  hold  aloof 

The  devil  and  his  wrath. 

For  thou  dost  fence  our  head, 

And  shield  —  yea.  Thou  alone  — 
The  peasant  on  his  pallet-bed. 

The  prince  upon  his  throne. 
Make  then  our  heart  Thine  ark, 

Whereon  Thy  Mystic  Dove 
May  brood,  and  lighten  it,  when  dark, 

With  beams  of  peace  and  love  ; 

That  dearer  far  to  Thee 

Than  gold  or  cedar-shrine 
The  bodies  of  Thy  saints  may  be. 

The  souls  by  Thee  made  Thine  : 


PRAYERS   FOR    THE    HOLY   GHOST. 


So  never  more  be  stirred 
That  voice  within  our  heart, 

The  fearful  word  that  once  was  heard, 
Up  I  let  us  hence  depart.^ 


>^«<c 


O  THOU  THAT  HEAREST  PRAYER! 


John  Burton:  born  1803;  a  cooper  at  Stratford  in  Essex:  author  of  several 
books  in  verse  and  prose.  This  popular  hymn,  which  was  long  anonymous,  first 
appeared  in  the  Baptist  Magazine,  1824. 


r\  THOU  that  hearest  prayer, 
^■^^     Attend  our  humble  cry  ; 
And  let  Thy  servants  share 
Thy  blessing  from  on  high  : 

We  plead  the  promise  of  Thy  Word ; 

Grant  us  Thy  Holy  Spirit,  Lord  ! 

If  earthly  parents  hear 

Their  children  when  they  cry  ; 
If  they,  with  love  sincere, 

Their  children's  wants  supply  ; 
Much  more  wilt  Thou  Thy  Love  display. 
And  answer  when  Thy  children  pray. 

Our  heavenly  Father  Thou  ; 
We,  children  of  Thy  Grace  : 


1  In  allusion  to  the  story,  that  just  before  the  siege  and  destruction  of  Jerusalem 
voices  were  heard  in  the  Temple,  saying,  "  Let  us  go  hence" 


O    THOU    THAT   H RAREST   TRAYER! 

O  let  Thy  Spirit  now 

Descend  and  fill  the  place, 
That  all  may  feel  the  heavenly  flame, 
And  all  unite  to  praise  Thy  Name. 

O  may  that  sacred  Fire, 

Descending  from  above, 
Our  frozen  hearts  inspire 
With  fervent  zeal  and  love  ; 
Enlighten  our  beclouded  eyes, 
And  teach  our  grovelling  souls  to  rise. 

And  send  Thy  Spirit  down 
On  all  the  nations,  Lord, 
With  great  success  to  crown 
The  preaching  of  Thy  Word  ; 
That  heathen  lands  may  own  Thy  sway, 
And  cast  their  idol-gods  away. 

Then  shall  Thy  kingdom  come 

Among  our  fallen  race. 
And  the  whole  earth  become 
The  temple  of  Thy  Grace ; 
Whence  pure  devotion  shall  ascend, 
And  songs  of  praise,  till  time  shall  end. 


PRAYERS   FOR    THE    HOLY   GHOST. 


O   GOD    OF  .LOVE   AND    POWER! 


John  Mason  Neale,  D.D.,  1S1S-1S66:  the  greatest  hymnist  of  our  day,  though 
he  is  more  eminent  in  translations  than  in  originals.  This  piece  is  from  his  Hymns 
for  Children,  1844. 


FOR   THE   THIRD   HOUR. 

f~\  GOD  of  love  and  power, 
^-^     Behold  us  drawing  near, 
And  choosing  Thine  appointed  hour 
To  worship  in  Thy  fear. 

The  very  hour  of  old 

Wherein  Thy  Spirit  came 
Upon  the  apostles  of  Thy  fold, 

Like  cloven  tongues  of  flame. 

O  gracious  Lord,  do  Thou 
That  Holy  Spirit  send 
To  dwell  with  us  and  guide  us  now, 
And  teach  us  to  the  end. 

From  men  below  the  skies, 
And  all  the  heavenly  host. 
To  God  the  Father  praise  arise, 
To  Son  and  Holy  Ghost. 


ERE    THE    WORLD  AROSE  FROM  SLEEP. 


ERE   THE    WORLD,    WITH    LIGHT    INVESTED. 

William  Hiley  Bathurst:  born  1796;  from  iS2oto  1852  Rector  of  Bar\vick- 
in-Elmet.  His  Psalms  and  Hymns  (1831 :  second  edition,  1842)  have  afforded  sev- 
eral pieces  to  general  use ;  they  include  a  nearly  entire  version  of  the  Psalms,  and 
206  Hymns,  no  less  than  fourteen  of  which  invoke  or  celebrate  the  Holy  Spirit.  The 
four  next  given  are  his. 

Genesis  i.  2. 

in^RE  the  world,  with  Hght  invested, 
-*-^     Rose  from  its  primeval  sleep. 
Gloom  and  desolation  rested 

On  the  surface  of  the  deep  : 
Earth  and  ocean 

Formed  one  rude  and  shapeless  heap. 

There  the  Holy  Spirit  moving, 

Wide  His  fostering  pinions  spread. 

Till,  beneath  His  power  improving, 
Nature  seemed  no  loncrer  dead  : 

Liofht  and  beautv 
Rose  to  crown  her  radiant  head. 

Blessed  Spirit,  we  implore  Thee, 
Yet  once  more  Thy  succor  lend  ; 

Scatter  the  thick  clouds  before  Thee 
Which  through  all  the  earth  extend  : 

On  all  nations 
Bid  the  Light  of  Life  descend. 

See  what  sin  and  what  delusion 
In  this  wretched  world  are  found  I 


lO 


PRAYERS   FOR    THE    HOLY   GHOST, 


Stay  the  torrent  of  confusion, 

Ere  it  spreads  destruction  round  : 

Where  sin  triumphed, 
Now  let  Grace  and  Truth  abound. 


II. 

THE    SPIRIT    OF   THE    FATHERS. 

/^  FOR  that  flame  of  living  fire 
^-^     Which  shone  so  bright  in  saints  of  old  ; 
Which  bade  their  souls  to  heaven  aspire. 
Calm  in  distress,  in  danger  bold  ! 

Where  is  that  Spirit,  Lord,  which  dwelt 

In  Abraham's  breast,  and  sealed  him  Thine  . 

Which  made  Paul's  heart  with  sorrow  melt, 
And  glow  with  energy  divine? 

That  Spirit  which  from  age  to  age 

Proclaimed  Thy  Love  and  taught  Thy  ways 
Brightened  Isaiah's  vivid  page. 

And  breathed  in  David's  hallowed  lays? 

Is  not  Th}-  Grace  as  mighty  now 

As  when  Elijah  felt  its  power ; 
When  glory  beamed  from  Moses'  brow, 

Or  Job  endured  the  trying  hour? 

Remember,  Lord,  the  ancient  days  ; 

Renew  Thy  work,  Thy  Grace  restore  ; 
Warm  our  cold  hearts  to  prayer  and  praise, 

And  teach  us  how  to  love  Thee  more. 


LORD.   SHOW    THY    GLORY,  AS   OF  OLD.      II 


III. 


LORD,  SHOW  THY  GLORY  AS  OF  OLD. 

T    ORD,  show  Thy  glory,  as  of  old, 
-'-^     The  work  of  heavenly  Love  display, 
And  let  our  longing  eyes  behold 

Another  Pentecostal  day  : 
Our  fervent  wishes  deign  to  crown, 
And  send  Thy  quickening  Spirit  down. 

Thou  seest.  Lord,  how  far  we  stray, 
Opprest  with  ills  we  cannot  flee  ; 

How  sin  hath  drawn  our  hearts  away 
From  peace,  from  happiness,  and  Thee  : 

Thy  gracious  Spirit,  Lord,  bestow, 

And  snatch  us  from  the  depth  of  woe. 

Encompast  with  a  host  of  foes. 

Our  strength  is  small,  our  danger  nigh  : 
Where  can  we  find  some  brief  repose. 

Or  whither  for  protection  fly? 
O  Lord,  Thy  mighty  Spirit  send, 
Our  hearts  to  strengthen  and  defend. 

Now  let  a  brighter  day  begin 

Than  ever  yet  was  witnessed  here  : 

Bid  the  dark-oratherincr  clouds  of  sin 
Before  Thy  presence  disappear  ; 

Reign  in  each  heart ;  in  every  place 

Set  up  the  empire  of  Thy  grace. 


12  PRAYERS   FOR    THE    HOLY   GHOST. 

IV. 

FULL   OF   WEAKNESS   AND    OF   SIN. 

Romans  viii.  26. 

TrpULL  of  weakness  and  of  sin, 

We  look  to  Thee  for  life  : 
Lord,  Thy  gracious  work  begin, 
And  calm  the  inward  strife. 

Though  our  hearts  are  prone  to  stray. 

Be  Thou  a  constant  Friend  : 
Though  w^e  know  not  how  to  pray. 

Thy  saving  mercy  send. 

Let  Thy  Spirit,  gracious  Lord, 
Our  souls  with  love  inspire ; 

Strength  and  confidence  afford. 
And  breathe  celestial  fire. 

Teach  us  first  to  feel  our  need, 
Then  all  that  need  supply  ; 

When  we  hunger,  deign  to  feed, 
And  hear  us  when  we  cry. 

When  we  cleave  to  earthly  things, 
Send  Thy  reviving  Grace  : 

Raise  our  souls,  and  give  them  wings 
To  reach  Thy  holy  place. 


FOR    ANOTHER    PENTECOST.  1 3 


FOR   ANOTHER    PENTECOST. 


Benjamin  Gough  :  born  1805;  a  retired  merchant,  residinj^  at  Mountfield,  near 
Faversham.  Author  of  Lyra  Sabbatica,  1865,  and  Kentish  Lyrics^  1867.  From  the 
former  of  these,  a  work  of  considerable  merit,  the  three  following  pieces  are  taken. 


Joel  ii.  28. 

QUICKEN,  Lord,  Thy  Church  and  me; 
Send  the  promised  Spirit  down ; 
Holy  One,  Eternal  Three, 

All  Thy  former  mercies  crown  : 
Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 
Send  another  Pentecost ! 

Let  the  living  fire  descend. 

Cloven  tongues  on  every  head. 
Tongues  which  all  may  comprehend,— 

Speak  Thy  Life  into  the  dead  ! 
Suddenly  the  power  of  Grace 
Send  from  Heaven,  and  fill  the  place. 

Send  the  rushing  mighty  wind, 

Give  the  utterance  divine  ; 
Let  us  know  the  Spirit's  mind  ; 

Let  us  speak  in  words  of  Thine  : 
Send  a  pure  baptismal  shower,  — 
Tongues  of  fire,  and  words  of  power. 

As  of  old,  so  be  it  now, 

Now  the  glorious  scene  repeat ; 


14  PRAYERS    FOR    THE    HOLY   GHOST. 

See  Thy  humbled  people  bow, 

Waiting  lowly  at  Thy  feet, 
Crying  all,  with  one  accord, 
Send  the  promised  Spirit,  Lord  ! 

First  on  the  believing  few, 

Then  in  widening  power  unfurled  ; 

Gathering,  as  the  deluge  grew. 
Pour  Thy  Spirit  on  the  world  : 

Bright  in  panoply  divine 

Bid  Thy  Church  arise  and  shine. 

Jesus,  glorious  Victor,  come  ! 

Thou  whose  right  it  is  to  reign  ; 
Call  Thine  ancient  people  home, 

Paradise  restore  again : 
Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 
Send  another  Pentecost ! 


COME  FROM  THE  FOUR  WINDS,  O  BREATH! 

EzEKiEL  xxvii.  9. 

/^^OME  from  the  four  winds,  O  Breath, 
^^     x\nd  breathe  upon  these  slain  ! 
All  the  earth  is  full  of  death. 

And  sin  and  sorrow  reign. 
Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 

Hear  the  universal  cry 
Of  Th}^  sacramental  host. 

Who  at  Thy  footstool  lie. 


I 


COME  FROM   THE    WINDS,    O  BREATH. 


^5 


Now  in  humble  faith  we  plead 

The  promise  and  the  oath, 
Waiting-  in  this  hour  of  need 

Till  Thou  fulfil  them  both. 
Honor  now  the  precious  Blood  ; 

O  make  good  Thy  royal  word  ! 
Send  the  Spirit  like  a  flood, 

The  Spirit  of  the  Lord. 

Never  will  we  cease  to  pray 

Till  Thou  Thy  Spirit  give, 
Turn  our  darkness  into  day. 

And  cause  the  dead  to  live  ; 
Till  Thy  glorious  Church  arise. 

And  all  the  earth  for  Christ  enfold, 
Pure  as  heaven's  o'er-arching  skies, 

Or  Paradise  of  old. 

Never  will  we  cease  to  pray 

Till  every  sinful  soul 
Unto  Jesus  finds  his  way. 

And  is  by  faith  made  whole. 
Until  all  shall  know  the  Lord, 

Still  we  cry,  and  cry  again,— 
Conquer  with  Thy  Spirit's  sword, 

And  hasten  Jesu's  reign. 


1 6  PRAYERS   FOR    THE    HOLY   GHOST. 


COME,  YE  WHO  DESIRE  AN  ANSWER  BY  FIRE. 


/^^OME,  ye  who  desire  an  answer  by  fire, 

^-^       And  long  for  the  day 

When  Jesus  His  sceptre  o'er  all  men  shall  sway, 


Join  the  catholic  cry  for  the  power  from  on  high, 

The  Spirit  divine, 
And  pray  till  you  get  the  life-giving  sign. 

With  importunate  prayer  your  petitions  declare, 

And  mightily  cry. 
Expecting  just  now  a  gracious  reply. 

Through  the  covenant   Blood  which  on  Calvary 
flowed, 

The  Spirit  is  ours  ; 
And  the  blessing  is  promised  in  plentiful  showers. 


For  the  Spirit  we  pray  :  no  longer  dela}-, 

O  Fire  from  on  hi£>;h  I 
Descend,  Lord  and  Giver  of  Life,  while  we  crv. 


In  shaking  and  might,  in  glory  and  light. 

On  every  brow. 
Thou  Spirit  of  burning,  come,  visit  us  now ! 

Every  heart  cries,  "Come  in,  and  cleanse  me  from 
sin 

In  Jesus's  blood. 
And  fill  w^ith  the  Spirit  and  glory  of  God." 


SAVIOUR,    I    THY    WORD    BELIEVE.  17 

O  let  the  heavens  rend  !     Holy  Spirit,  descend 

In  Pentecost  power, 
Till  the   heathen    are    gathered   to    Christ    as    His 
dower. 

O  Jesus,  all  hail  I     Let  Thy  Gospel  prevail 

Till  the  world  is  o'erspread, 
And  Paradise  blooms  with  life  from  the  dead. 


3>«^C 


SAVIOUR,    I    THY   WORD    BELIEVE. 

Augustus  Montague  Toplady,  1740-177S:   Vicar  of  Broad  Hembury,  Devc 
and  author  of  "  Rock  of  Ages."     From  his  Juvenile  Poems,  1759. 

O  AVI  OUR,  I  Thy  word  believe  ; 
^^     My  unbelief  remove  : 
Now  Thy  quickening  Spirit  give, 

The  unction  from  above. 
Show  me,  Lord,  how  good  Thou  art; 

My  soul  with  all  Thy  fulness  till  : 
Send  the  Witness,  in  my  heart 

The  Holy  Ghost  reveal. 

Dead  in  sin  till  then  I  lie, 

Bereft  of  power  to  rise, 
Till  Thy  Spirit  inwardly 

Thy  saving  Blood  applies. 
Now  thy  mighty  Gift  impart. 

My  sin  erase,  my  pardon  seal  : 
Send  the  Witness,  in  my  heart 

The  Holy  Ghost  reveal. 


PRAYERS   FOR    THE    HOLY   GHOST, 


Blessed  Comforter,  come  down, 

And  live  and  move  in  me  ; 
Make  my  every  deed  Thy  own. 

In  all  things  led  by  Thee  ; 
Bid  my  every  lust  depart, 

And  with  me  O  vouchsafe  to  dwell 
Faithful  Witness,  in  my  heart 

Thy  perfect  Light  reveal. 

Let  me  in  Thy  Love  rejoice. 

Thy  shrine.  Thy  pure  abode : 
Tell  me,  by  Thine  inward  voice. 

That  I'm  a  child  of  God. 
Lord,  I  choose  the  better  part ; 

Jesus,  I  wait  Thy  peace  to  feel : 
Send  the  Witness,  in  my  heart 

The  Holy  Ghost  reveal. 

Whom  the  world  cannot  receive, 

O  manifest  in  me  : 
Son  of  God,  I  cease  to  live 

When  I  am  not  in  Thee. 
Now  impute  Thy  whole  desert, 

Restore  the  joy  from  whence  I  fell 
Breathe  the  Witness,  in  my  heart 

The  Holy  Ghost  reveal. 

Hast  Thou  not  for  sinners  groaned, 
And  all  men  dearly  bought? 

Saviour,  be  in  mercy  found 
Of  those  that  seek  thee  not : 


JESl/S   IS    GONE    UP    ON  HIGH.  1 9 

Scatter  round  Thy  keenest  darts, 
And  sin  from  every  soul  expel : 

Send  the  Witness,  in  their  hearts 
The  Holy  Ghost  reveal. 


JESUS    IS    GONE   UP    ON    HIGH. 

Thomas  Kelly,  1769-1S55:  an  Irish  dissenter  of  wealth  and  family,  and  a  man 
of  learning  and  benevolence.  His  hymns,  reprinted  and  enlarged  in  eight  successive 
editions  between  1S04  and  1853,  number  in  the  last  one  765,  of  which  this  (of  the  date 
1806)  is  almost  the  only  one  that  has  more  than  a  passing  allusion  to  the  Holy  Spirit. 
I  am  glad  to  be  able  by  its  means  to  give  the  good  man  some  place,  though  but  an 
humble  one,  in  this  collection.  Many  of  Mr.  Kelly's  lyrics  have  attained  more  or  less 
popularity  :  their  chief  merit,  however,  lies  in  a  certain  earnest  simplicity,  not  common 
in  this  age ;  for  his  pen  seldom  shows  much  either  of  grace  or  vigor. 

John  xiv.  i6. 

•    TESUS  is  gone  up  on  high, 
^      But  His  promise  still  is  here  : 
He  will  all  our  wants  supply  ; 
He  will  send  the  Comforter. 

Let  us  now  His  promise  plead, 
Let  us  to  His  throne  draw  nigh  : 

Jesus  knows  His  people's  need, 
Jesus  hears  His  people's  cr\\ 

Who  can  boast  a  lot  like  theirs 

Whom  the  Lord  vouchsafes  to  own? 

Jesus  listens  to  their  prayers  ; 
What  they  ask  in  faith  is  done. 

Saviour,  this  is  our  request  : 

"  On  us  make  Thy  face  to  shine  ;  " 

Grant  us  this  ;  and  for  the  rest, 
All  is  ours  when  we  are  Thine. 


20  PRAYERS   FOR    THE    HOLY   GHOST. 

Send  us,  Lord,  the  Comforter, 

Pledge  and  Witness  of  Thy  Love, 

Dwelling  with  Thy  people  here. 
Leading  them  to  joys  above. 

Till  we  reach  the  promised  rest. 
Till  Th\'  face  unveiled  we  see. 

Of  this  blessed  hope  possest, 

Teach  us,  Lord,  to  live  to  Thee. 


3>e^c 


ENTHRONED    ON    HIGH,    ALMIGHTY    LORD. 

Thomas  Haweis,  LL.B.,  M.D.,  1732-1S20:  chaplain  to  the  Countess  of  Hunt- 
ingdon, and  Rector  of  Aldwinkle,  in  Northamptonshire.  His  hymns  appeared  in 
1792- 

"C^NTHRONED  on  high,  Almighty  Lord, 
"^^     The  Holy  Ghost  send  down ; 
Fulfil  in  us  Thy  faithful  word. 
And  all  Thy  mercies  crown. 

Thou  oh  on  our  heads  no  tonijues  of  hre 

Their  wondrous  powers  impart. 
Grant,  Saviour,  what  we  most  desire, 

Thy  Spirit  in  our  heart. 

Spirit  of  life  and  light  and  love. 

Thy  heavenly  influence  give  ; 
Quicken  our  souls,  born  from  above, 

In  Christ  that  we  may  live. 

To  our  benighted  minds  reveal 

The  glories  of  His  Grace, 
And  bring  us  where  no  clouds  conceal 

The  brio-htness  of  His  face. 


FATHER,  IF  JUSTLY  STILL  WE   CLAIM.      21 

His  Love  within  us  shed  abroad, 

Life's  ever-springing  well ; 
Till  God  in  us,  and  we  in  God, 

In  love  eternal  dwell. 


^i^c 


FATHER,    IF   JUSTLY    STILL   WE    CLAIM. 

John  Wesley,  1739:   rewritten  (the  first  five  verses  being  here  omitted)  from 
Henky  More,  1614-1687.     For  More's  original  poem,  see  p.  73. 

"rpATHER,  if  justly  still  we  claim 

To  us  and  ours  the  promise  made, 
To  us  be  graciously  the  same. 

And  crown  with  living  fire  our  head. 

Our  claim  admit,  and  from  above 

Of  holiness  the  Spirit  shower ; 
Of  wise  discernment,  humble  love. 

And  zeal  and  unity  and  power. 

The  Spirit  of  convincing  speech, 
Of  power  demonstrative,  impart ; 

Such  as  may  every  conscience  reach, 
i\nd  sound  the  unbelieving  heart : 

The  Spirit  of  refining  fire. 

Searching  the  inmost  of  the  mind. 

To  purge  all  fierce  and  foul  desire. 
And  kindle  life  more  pure  and  kind  : 

The  Spirit  of  faith,  in  this  Thy  day. 
To  break  the  power  of  cancelled  sin, 

Tread  down  its  strength,  o'erturn  its  sway. 
And  still  the  conquest  more  than  win. 


22  PRAYERS    FOR    THE    HOLY   GHOST. 

The  Spirit  breathe  of  inward  life, 

Which  in  our  hearts  Thy  laws  may  write 

Then  grief  expires,  and  pain  and  strife  : 
'Tis  nature  all,  and  all  delight. 

On  all  the  earth  Thy  Spirit  shower, 
The  earth  in  righteousness  renew  ; 

Thy  kingdom  come,  and  hell's  o'erpower, 
And  to  Thy  sceptre  all  subdue. 

Like  mighty  wind,  or  torrent  fierce, 

Let  it  opposers  all  o'errun. 
And  every  law  of  sin  reverse, 

That  faith  and  love  may  make  all  one. 

Yea,  let  Thy  Spirit  in  every  place 

Its  richer  energy  declare  ; 
While  lovely  tempers,  fruits  of  grace, 

The  kingdom  of  Thy  Christ  prepare. 

Grant  this,  O  holy  God  and  true  I 

The  ancient  seers  Thou  didst  inspire  : 

To  us  perform  the  promise  due. 

Descend  and  crown  us  now  with  fire. 


FATHER,   IF  THOU  MY  FATHER  ART.       23 
LEAVE    US    NOT   COMFORTLESS. 

JOSIAH    CONDER,    1836. 

T    EAVE  us  not  comfortless, 
^^^     O  Thou  our  risen  Lord  ! 
But  send  Thy  Spirit  down,  to  bless 
And  guide  us  with  Thy  Word. 

By  Him  Thy  gifts  impart, 

Light,  peace,  and  joy,  and  love ; 

Seal  of  adoption  in  our  heart, 
Earnest  of  heaven  above. 


FATHER,  IF  THOU  MY  FATHER  ART. 

Charles  Wesley,  1708-1788:  by  far  the  most  voluminous,  as  he  is  the  most 
brilliant,  of  English  hymnists  A  complete  list  of  his  poetical  publications  would 
occupy  forty  or  fifty  lines:  they  are  being  reprinted  now,  by  the  British  Wesleyan 
Methodist  Conference,  in  twelve  good-sized  volumes.  The  number  of  his  separate 
hymns  is  at  least  five  thousand,  perhaps  considerably  more.  He  alone,  among  all  the 
versifiers  of  the  last  century,  gave  due  place  to  the  praises  of  the  Holy  Ghost:  or 
rather  to  invocations  of  the  same,  for  his  voice  was  much  oftener  raised  in  prayer  than 
in  praise.  Many  of  his  compositions  are  given  in  this  volume ;  there  will  be  found 
in  them,  as  in  nearly  every  thing  that  he  wrote,  a  vehemence  of  feeling  and  expression 
which  was  natural  to  his  temperament,  and  inseparable  from  his  religious  system.  The 
hymn  immediately  subjoined  is  from,  his  second  original  volume,  Hyfmts  and  Sacred 
Poejits,  1740,  and  is  there  entitled,  "Groaning  for  the  Spirit  of  Adoption." 

T^ATHER,  if  Thou  my  Father  art, 
-^       Send  forth  the  Spirit  of  Thy  Son ; 
Breathe  Him  into  my  panting  heart. 

And  make  me  know  as  I  am  known  : 
Make  me  Thy  conscious  child,  that  I 
May  "Father,  Abba,  Father,"  cry. 


24  PRAYERS   FOR    THE   HOLY   GHOST. 

> 
I  want  the  Spirit  of  power  within, 

Of  love,  and  of  an  heahhful  mind  ; 
Of  power  to  conquer  inbred  sin. 

Of  love  to  Thee  and  all  mankind ; 
Of  health,  that  pain  and  death  deties, 
Most  vigorous  when  the  body  dies. 

When  shall  I  hear  the  inward  voice, 
Which  only  faithful  souls  can  hear? 

Pardon  and  peace  and  heavenly  joys 
Attend  the  promised  Comforter. 

He  comes  !  and  Righteousness  divine, 

And  Christ,  and  all  with  Christ,  is  mine  ! 

0  that  the  Comforter  would  come  ! 
Nor  visit  as  a  transient  guest, 

But  fix  in  me  His  constant  home. 

And  take  possession  of  my  breast, 
And  make  my  soul  His  loved  abode. 
The  temple  of  indwelling  God ! 

Come,  Holy  Ghost,  my  heart  inspire, 
Attest  that  I  am  born  again  ; 

Come,  and  baptize  me  now  with  fire. 
Or  all  Thy  former  gifts  are  vain. 

1  cannot  rest  in  sin  forgiven  : 
Where  is  the  earnest  of  my  heaven? 

Where  the  indubitable  seal 

That  ascertains  the  kingdom  mine? 


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FAIHER    OF    OUR    DYING    LORD. 

The  powerful  stamp  I  long  to  feel, 

The  sifjnature  of  Love  divine  : 
O  shed  it  in  my  heart  abroad, 
Fulness  of  love,  of  heaven,  of  God  ! 


FATHER   OF   OUR    DYING   LORD. 

C.  Wesley.      From  Hymns  and  Sacred  Poems,  1742. 

ppATHER  of  our  dying  Lord, 
^       Remember  us  for  good  ; 
O  fulfil  His  faithful  word. 

And  hear  His  speaking  Blood. 
Give  us  that  for  which  He  prays  : 

Father,  glorify  Thy  Son  ! 
Show  His  truth  and  power  and  grace, 

And  send  the  Promise  down. 

True  and  faithful  Witness  Thou, 

O  Christ,  the  Spirit  give  ; 
Hast  Thou  not  received  Him  now 

That  we  might  now  receive? 
Art  Thou  not  our  living  Head  ? 

Life  to  all  Thy  limbs  impart ; 
Shed  Thy  Love,  Thy  Spirit  shed, 

In  every  w^aiting  heart. 

Holy  Ghost,  the  Comforter, 

The  Gift  of  Jesus,  come  ! 
Glows  our  heart  to  find  Thee  near. 

And  swells  to  make  Thee  room. 


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PRAYERS   FOR    THE   HOLY   GHOST. 


Present  with  us  Thee  we  feel ; 

Come,  O  come,  and  in  us  be ; 
With  us,  in  us,  Hve  and  dwell 

To  all  eternity. 


3'.^C 


FATHER,    GLORIFY    THY    SOX. 

C  Wesley.  From  Hyvtns  of  Petition  and  Thanksgiving  for  the  Promise  of 
the  Father;  dr  Hymns  for  Whit-Sunday,  1746.  The  eleven  following  pieces  are 
taken  from  this  important  tract. 

John  xiv.  i6,  17. 

■pATHER,  glorify  Thy  Son; 

Answer  His  prevailing  prayer ; 
Send  that  Intercessor  down. 

Send  that  other  Comforter, 
Whom  believingly  we  claim. 
Whom  we  ask  in  Jesus'  name. 

Him  the  world  cannot  receive. 
Him  they  neither  see  nor  know ; 

Blind  in  unbelief  they  live  ; 
All  His  inward  work  below, 

x\ll  His  inspirations,  deem 

Foolish  as  a  madman's  dream. 

B'lt  we  know  by  faith,  and  feel 

Him  the  Spirit  of  Truth  and  Grace. 

With  us  He  vouchsafes  to  dwell  : 
With  us,  when  unseen.  He  stays: 

All  our  help  and  good,  we  own, 

Freelv  flows  from  Him  alone. 


JESUS,    WE  HANG   UPON  THE   WORD. 

Yet,  alas  !  we  cannot  rest 

Helped  with  an  external  Guide, 

Till  the  transitory  Guest 
Enter,  and  in  us  abide  : 

Give  Him,  Lord,  Thy  Spirit  give. 

In  us  constantly  to  live. 

Wilt  Thou  not  the  promise  seal, 
True  and  gracious  as  Thou  art, 

Send  the  Comforter  to  dwell 
Every  moment  in  our  heart? 

Yes,  Thou  must  the  grace  bestow : 

Jesus  said,  It  shall  be  so. 


JESUS,    WE    HANG    UPON    THE   WORD. 

JoHX  xiv.  1 6. 

TESUS,  we  hang  upon  the  word 
^     Our  faithful  souls  have  heard  from  Thee  ; 
Be  mindful  of  Thy  promise,  Lord, 

Thy  promise  made  to  all,  and  me, 
Thy  followers  who  Thy  steps  pursue. 
And  dare  believe  that  God  is  true. 

Thou  saidst,  I  will  the  P'ather  pray. 
And  He  the  Paraclete  shall  give, 

Shall  give  Him  in  your  hearts  to  stay, 
x\nd  never  more  His  temples  leave  : 

Myself  will  to  My  orphans  come. 

And  make  you  My  eternal  home. 


28 


PRAYERS   FOR    THE   HOLY   GHOST. 


Come,  then,  dear  Lord,  Thyself  reveal, 
And  let  the  promise  now  take  place ; 

Be  it  according  to  Thy  will, 

According  to  Thy  word  of  grace : 

Thy  sorrowful  disciples  cheer. 

And  send  us  down  the  Comforter. 

He  visits  now  the  troubled  breast, 
And  oft  relieves  our  sad  complaint ; 

But  soon  we  lose  the  transient  Guest, 
But  soon  we  droop  again  and  faint, 

Repeat  the  melancholy  moan, 

"  Our  joy  is  fled,  our  comfort  gone." 

Hasten  Him,  Lord,  into  our  heart, 

Our  sure  inseparable  Guide  : 
O  might  we  meet,  and  never  part ! 

O  might  He  in  our  heart  abide. 
And  keep  His  house  of  praise  and  prayer, 
And  rest  and  reign  for  ever  there  I 


SAVIOUR   AND    PRINCE    OF   PEACE. 

John  xiv.  18-21. 

O  AVIOUR  and  Prince  of  Peace, 
^^     Thy  saying  we  receive  : 
Thou  wilt  not  leave  us  comfortless. 

Thine  own  Thou  wilt  not  leave. 
Poor  helpless  orphans,  we 

Awhile  Thine  absence  mourn, 


JESl/S,   OUR  EXALTED  HEAD.  29 

But  we  Thy  face  again  shall  see, 
But  Thou  wilt  soon  return. 

No  longer  visible 

To  eyes  of  flesh  and  blood, 
Come,  Lord,  to  us  Thyself  reveal, 
O  come,  and  show^  us  God. 
Because  Thou  livest  above. 
Let  us  Thy  Spirit  know. 
And  in  the  glorious  knowledge  prove 
Eternal  Life  below. 

Hasten  the  day  when  we 
Shall  surely  know  and  feel 
Thou  art  in  God,  and  God  in  Thee, 
And  Thou  in  us  dost  dwell. 
To  us  who  keep  Thy  word 
Thou  with  Thy  Father  come. 
And  love,  and  make  us,  gracious  Lord, 
Thine  everlasting  home. 


JESUS,    OUR   EXALTED    HEAD. 
John  xv.  26,  27. 

TESUS,  our  exalted  Head, 
^      Regard  Thy  people's  prayer  ; 
Send  us,  in  Thy  body's  stead, 

The  abiding  Comforter. 
From  Thy  dazzling  throne  above, 

From  Thy  Father's  glorious  seat. 
Send  the  Spirit  of  Truth  and  Love, 

The  eternal  Paraclete. 


30  PRAYERS    FOR    THE    HOLY   GHOST. 

Issuing  forth  from  Him  and  Thee, 

O  let  the  Blessing  flow  ! 
Pour  the  streaming  Deity 

On  all  Thy  Church  below. 
Him  to  testify  Thy  Grace, 

Him  to  teach  how  good  Thou  art, 
Him  to  vouch  Thy  Godhead,  place 

In  every  faithful  heart. 

God  of  God,  and  Light  of  Light, 

Thee  let  Him  now  reveal ; 
Justify  us  by  Thy  right. 

And  stamp  us  with  Thy  seal : 
Fill  our  souls  with  joy  and  peace  ; 

Wisdom,  grace,  and  utterance  give; 
Constitute  Thy  witnesses, 

iVnd  in  Thy  members  live. 

By  the  Holy  Ghost  we  wait 

To  say.  Thou  art  the  Lord, 
Saved,  and  to  our  first  estate 

In  perfect  love  restored. 
Then  we  shall  in  every  breath 

Testify  the  power  we  prove, 
Publish  Thee,  in  life  and  death, 

The  God  of  Truth  and  Love. 


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JESUS,    WE   ON  THE   WOJW  DEFEND.        31 

JESUS,    WE    ON    THE    WORD    DEPEND. 

John  xiv.  25-27. 

TESUS,  we  on  the  word  depend 
^      Spoken  by  Thee  while  present  here ; 
"The  Father  in  My  name  shall  send 
The  Holy  Ghost,  the  Comforter." 

That  promise  made  to  Adam's  race, 
Now,  Lord,  in  us,  even  us,  fulfil; 

And  give  the  Spirit  of  Thy  Grace, 
To  teach  us  all  Thy  perfect  will. 

That  heavenly  Teacher  of  mankind, 

That  Guide  infallible  impart. 
To  bring  Thy  sayings  to  our  mind. 

And  w^rite  them  on  our  faithful  heart. 

He  only  can  the  words  apply 

Through  w^hich  w^e  endless  life  possess, 
And  deal  to  each  his  legacy. 

His  Lord's  unutterable  peace. 

That  peace  of  God,  that  peace  of  Thine, 

O  might  He  now  to  us  bring  in. 
And  fill  our  souls  with  power  divine. 

And  make  an  end  of  fear  and  sin  : 

The  length  and  breadth  of  love  reveal, 

The  height  and  depth  of  Deity, 
And  all  the  sons  of  glor}^  seal. 

And  change,  and  make  us  all  like  Thee. 


32  PRAYERS   FOR    THE    HOLY   GHOST, 

SAVIOUR,    LORD,    WHO   AT   THY   DEATH. 

John  xvi.  1-4. 

O  AVIOUR,  Lord,  who  at  Thy  Death 
^^     Peace  didst  to  Thy  Church  bequeath, 
Now  confer  the  peace  on  me, 
Bring  me  now  my  legacy. 

Grant  me  (not  as  mortals  give, 
Hoping  better  to  receive) 
That  for  which  I  sigh  and  mourn  : 
Give,  and  look  for  no  return. 

Grant  me  for  Thy  mercy  sake. 
Me,  who  no  return  can  make. 
That  which  I  can  never  buy  : 
Save,  and  freely  justify. 

Grant  me  (not  as  childish  men 
Grant,  and  ask  their  gifts  again) 
Peace,  which  none  can  take  away, 
Peace  which  shall  for  ever  stay. 

Now  the  benefit  impart, 
Speak  it  to  my  troubled  heart ; 
Comfort  and  Thyself  restore, 
Come,  and  bid  me  sin  no  more. 

Come,  and  wipe  away  my  tears ; 
Come,  and  scatter  all  my  fears ; 
Come,  and  take  me  to  Thy  breast, 
Lull  me  to  eternal  rest. 


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FATHER,   ADMIT  OUR  LAWFUL   CLAIM.      33 

FATHER,    ADMIT    OUR    LAWFUL   CLAIM. 

Luke  xi.  13. 

"UpATHER,  admit  our  lawful  claim, 
"^        Let  us  that  ask  receive  : 
To  us  that  ask  in  Jesus'  name 
Thou  shalt  Thy  Spirit  give. 

Jesus  hath  spoke  the  faithful  word 

On  them  that  ask  Him  here. 
Thou  shalt,  in  honor  of  our  Lord, 

The  Holy  Ghost  confer. 

If  evil  we  by  nature  know 

To  give  our  children  food, 
Much  more  Thou  wilt  on  us  bestow 

The  soul-sustaining  good. 

Our  holy  heavenly  Father,  Thou 
Regardest  Thy  children's  prayer  : 

Answer,  and  send,  O  send  us  now. 
The  promised  Comforter. 

We  seek.  Thou  knowest,  we  seek  Thy  face : 

Let  us  the  blessing  find  : 
Open  the  door  of  faith  and  grace 

To  us  and  all  mankind. 

Surely  Thou  wilt,  we  dare  believe, 

For  Jesus'  sake  alone. 
Thou  wilt  to  us  the  Spirit  give, 

Give  all  good  gifts  in  One. 
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PRAYERS  FOR    THE    HOLY   GHOST. 


HEAR   ALL   THE    SAVIOUR'S    CRY. 

John  vii.  37-39. 

EAR  all  the  Saviour's  crv 
On  this  great  festal  day  : 
''The  man  that  would  on  Me  rely, 
That  zvould  be  happy,  may. 
If  any  of  all  mankind 
Is  now  athirst  for  God, 
Now  let  him  come  to  Me,  and  find 
And  drink  the  livincf  flood. 

"  He  that  believes  on  Me, 
The  word  of  Truth  shall  feel 
The  wilderness  a  pool  shall  be, 

The  heath  a  springing  well. 
Forth  from  that  faithful  soul 
Rivers  of  Life  shall  flow, 
And  streams  of  Grace  eternal  roll 


Lord,  we  with  joy  embrace 
(What  all  may  find  fulfilled) 
The  promise  made  to  all  our  race, 
And  to  believers  sealed. 
Who  in  Thy  merit  trust, 
Thy  Spirit  still  receive  ; 
And  temples  of  the  Holv  Ghost 

And  filled  with  God  they  live. 


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HEAR  ALL    THE  SAVIOUR'S   CRY.  35 

The  Spirit  of  their  God 
Doth  in  the  saints  abide  : 
He  is,  He  is  by  Thee  bestowed, 
For  Thou  art  glorified. 
Thy  Blood's  unceasing  prayer 
And  strong  prevailing  plea 
Hath  now  obtained  the  Comforter 
For  all  mankind  and  me. 

Lord,  I  believe  the  sure 
Irrevocable  word, 
And  come  to  Thee  distrest  and  poor. 
To  Thee  my  faithful  Lord. 
I  come  athirst  and  faint 
Thy  Spirit  to  receive  : 
Give  me  the  Gift  for  which  I  pant. 
Thyself  the  Giver  give  ! 

In  this  accepted  hour, 

The  promised  God  impart ; 
Open  a  spring  of  life  and  power 
Eternal  in  my  heart : 
To  all  the  world  below 

So  shall  my  bowels  move, 
So  shall  my  heart  like  Thine  overflow 
With  everlasting  love. 


36  PRAYERS   FOR    THE    HOLY   GHOST. 


JESUS,   LORD,   IN   PITY   HEAR   US. 

JESUS,  Lord,  in  pity  hear  us; 
^      O  return,  while  we  mourn, 
By  Thy  Spirit  cheer  us. 

Swallowed  up  in  sin  and  sadness, 
O  relieve  us  that  grieve, 

Turn  our  grief  to  gladness. 

Send  the  Comforter  to  raise  us  ; 
Let  us  see  God  in  Thee 
Merciful  and  gracious. 

Him,  the  Purchase  of  Thy  Passion. 
O  impart !  cleanse  our  heart 
By  His  inspiration. 

By  the  earnest  of  Thy  Spirit, 
Let  us  know  heaven  below. 
Heaven  above  inherit. 

Perfect  when  we  walk  before  Thee. 
Filled  with  love  then  remove 
To  our  thrones  of  glory. 


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O   THOU  WHO  BY  THY  BLOOD.  37 

O   THOU   WHO   BY   THY   BLOOD. 
John  xvi.  7. 

r\  THOU  who  by  Thy  Blood 

^^     Hast  brought  a  world  to  God, 
Thou  who,  to  Thy  Father  gone. 

Dost  in  our  behalf  appear  ! 
Hear  Thy  desolate  servants  groan. 

Send  us  down  the  Comforter. 

Hadst  Thou  not  purged  our  stain, 
And  gone  to  God  again. 
None  of  Adam's  helpless  race 

Could  that  blessed  Spirit  find  ; 
But  Thou  hast  obtained  the  Grace, 
Purchased  Him  for  all  mankind. 

Didst  Thou  not  plead  above 
For  us  Thy  dying  Love, 
Never  could  we  hope  Thine  aid. 

Never  for  Thy  Spirit  call ; 
But  Thou  hast  the  Father  prayed. 
Hast  received  the  Gift  for  all. 

"And  if  I  go  away," 
(By  faith  we  hear  Thee  say) 
"  I  the  Comforter  will  send, 

Comforter  of  you  that  grieve. 
All  your  goings  to  attend, 
Ever  in  your  hearts  to  live." 


38  PRAYERS   FOR    THE    HOLY   GHOST. 

Amen,  our  hearts  reply, 
Uplifted  to  the  sky  ; 
Pant  to  be  Thy  blest  abode, 

Swell  to  be  possessed  by  Thee, 
Filled  with  the  indwelling  God, 
Filled  to  all  eternity. 


SON    OF    GOD,    FOR   THEE   WE    LANGUISH. 

John  xvi.  6,  7. 

OON  of  God,  for  Thee  we  languish ; 
^^     Still  Thy  absence  we  bemoan, 
Overwhelmed  with  grief  and  anguish. 

Poor,  forsaken,  and  alone. 
Thou  art  to  Thy  Heaven  departed  : 

See  us  thence,  with  pity  see, 
Comfortless  and  broken-hearted. 

Drooping,  dead  for  want  of  Thee. 

Once  Thy  blissful  Love  w^e  tasted, 

Cheered  by  Thee  with  Living  Bread. 
O  how  short  a  time  it  lasted  I 

O  how  soon  the  joy  is  fled  I 
Where  is  now  our  boasted  Saviour, 

Where  our  rapture  of  deliglit? 
Thou  hast,  Lord,  withdrawn  Thv  favor, 

Thou  art  vanished  from  our  sight. 


SOJV  OF  GOD,  FOR   THEE   WE  LANGUISH.     39 

Yet  Thou  hast  the  cause  unfolded, 

Could  we  but  the  truth  receive  ; 
Thou  in  humbling  Love  hast  told  it, 

Needful  'tis  for  us  to  grieve.^ 
Stript  of  that  excessive  pleasure. 

Fondly  we  the  loss  deplore. 
Till  we  find  again  our  Treasure, 

Find,  and  never  lose  Thee  more. 

That  we  may  Thyself  inherit, 

Us  Thou  dost  awhile  forsake ; 
That  we  may  receive  Thy  Spirit, 

Thou  hast  took  His  comforts  back. 
After  a  short  night  of  mourning, 

We  again  shall  see  Thy  face, 
Triumph  in  Thy  full  returning. 

Glory  in  Thy  perfect  Grace. 

For  Thy  transient  outward  presence 

We  Thine  endless  Love  shall  feel ; 
Seated  in  our  inmost  essence 

Thou  shalt  by  Thy  Spirit  dwell. 
Jesus,  come  !     Thyself  the  Giver 

Let  us  for  the  Gift  receive ; 
Let  us  live  in  God  for  ever, 

God  in  us  for  ever  live. 


'  "Compare  Wesley's  Works,  vol.  vi.  pp.  84-91."  This  is  Dr.  Osboni's  note,  in 
his  reprint  of  the  Wesley  poetry.  The  brotiiers  (John  and  Charles)  held  some  rather 
peculiar  notions  on  this  subject.  In  a  foot-note  to  one  of  their  hymns,  —  I  quote  from 
memory,  — they  say,  "  It  may  please  God  to  remove  our  Isaac,  our  Joy  in  Himself." 


PART     II 


THE   STORY   OF    PENTECOST. 


+ 


Clje  Storn  of  ^cntccost. 


Acts  ii.  1-16. 

When  the  day  of  Pentecost  was  fully  come,  they  were  all  with 
one  accord  in  one  place.  And  suddenly  there  came  a 
sound  from  heaven,  as  of  a  rushing  mighty  wind,  and 
it  filled  all  the  house  where  they  were  sitting.  And 
there  appeared  unto  them  cloven  tongues  like  as  of  fire, 
and  it  sat  upon  each  of  them.  And  they  were  all  filled 
with  the  Holy  Ghost,  and  began  to  speak  with  other 
tongues,  as  the  Spirit  gave  them  utterance.  And  there 
were  dwelling  at  Jerusalem  Jews,  devout  men,  out  of  every 
nation  under  heaven.  Now  when  this  was  noised  abroad, 
the  multitude  came  together,  and  were  confounded,  be- 
cause that  every  man  heard  them  speak  in  his  own  lan- 
guage. And  they  were  all  amazed,  and  marvelled,  saying 
one  to  another.  Behold,  are  not  all  these  which  speak, 
Galileans  ?  And  how  hear  we  every  man  in  our  own 
tongue,  wherein  we  were  born  ?  Parthians,  and  Medes, 
and  Elamites,  and  the  dwellers  in  Mesopotamia,  and  in 
Judea,  and  Cappadocia,  in  Pontus,  and  Asia,  Phrygia,  and 
Pamphylia,  in  Egypt,  and  in  the  parts  of  Libya  about 
Gyrene,  and  strangers  of  Rome,  Jews  and  Proselytes, 
Cretes  and  Arabians,  we  do  hear  them  speak  in  our 
tongues  the  wonderful  works  of  God.  And  they  were 
all  amazed,  and  were  in  doubt,  saying  one  to  another, 
What  meaneth  this  ?  Others  mocking  said,  These  men 
are  full  of  new  wine.  But  Peter,  standing  up  with  the 
eleven,  lifted  up  his  voice,  and  said  unto  them.  Ye  men 
of  Judea,  and  all  ye  that  dwell  at  Jerusalem,  be  this  known 
unto  you,  and  hearken  to  my  words :  for  these  are  not 
drunken  as  ye  suppose,  seeing  it  is  but  the  third  hour 
of  the  day.  But  this  is  that  which  was  spoken  by  the 
prophet  Joel. 


* 


/^  GOD,  who  as  at  this  time  didst  teach  the  hearts  of  Thy 
^"■'^  faithful  people,  by  sending  to  them  the  light  of  Thy 
Holy  Spirit  :  grant  us  by  the  same  Spirit  to  have  a  right 
judgment  in  all  things,  and  evermore  to  rejoice  in  His  holy 
comfort :  through  the  merits  of  Jesus  Christ  our  Saviour, 
who  liveth  and  reigneth  with  Thee,  in  the  unity  of  the  same 
Spirit,  one  God,  world  without  end. 


/^  GOD,  who  didst  give  The  Holy  Spirit  to  Thine  Apos- 
tles, grant  unto  Thy  people  the  performance  of  their 
petitions,  so  that  on  us,  to  whom  Thou  hast  given  faith,  Thou 
mayest  also  bestow  peace  by  the  same  Spirit  :  through  Jesus 
Christ  our  Lord. 


THE   STORY   OF    PENTECOST. 


JAM    CHRISTUS    ASTRA   ASCENDERAT. 

Thomasius,  Mone,  and  Wackernagel  ascribe  this  to  Ambrose  (d.  397),  though 
Mone  thinks  the  text  has  been  corrupted.  Daniel  places  it  later.  The  Roman  Bre- 
viary of  Urban  VIII.,  1631,  gives  a  greatly  varied  form  :  both  this  and  the  original  are 
given  in  Daniel,  I.  64  It  was  used  at  Matins  at  Pentecost.  Translated  by  Edward 
Casw.all,  in  LyraCatholica,  1848. 

A  BOV^E  the  starry  spheres, 
^  -^     To  where  He  was  before, 
Christ  had  gone  up,  soon  from  on  high 
The  Father's  Gift  to  pour : 

And  now  had  fully  come. 
On  mystic  circle  borne 
Of  seven  times  seven  revolving  days, 
The  Pentecostal  morn. 

When,  as  the  Apostles  knelt 
At  the  third  hour  in  prayer, 
A  sudden  rushing  sound  proclaimed 
The  God  of  glory  near. 

Forthwith  a  tongue  of  fire 
Alights  on  every  brow  : 
Each  breast  receives  the  Father's  light, 
The  Word's  enkindling  glow. 


46  THE    STORY    OF   PENTECOST. 

The  Holy  Ghost  on  all 
Is  mightily  outpoured  ; 
Who  straight  in  divers  tongues  declare 
The  wonders  of  the  Lord ; 

While  strangers  of  all  climes 
Flock  round  from  far  and  near, 
And  with  amazement  each  at  once 
Their  native  accents  hear. 

But  Judah.  faithless  still, 
Denies  the  hand  divine, 
And  madly  jeers  the  saints  of  Christ 
As  drunk  with  new-made  wine. 

Till  Peter  in  the  midst 

Stood  up  and  spake  aloud. 
And  their  perfidious  falsity 
By  Joel's  witness  showed. 

Praise  to  the  Father  be  ! 

Praise  to  the  Son  who  rose  ! 
Praise,  Holy  Paraclete,  to  Thee, 
While  age  on  ages  flows  ! 


CHRIST  HAD  REGAINED    THE  SKY. 


ANOTHER   VERSION. 

CHRIST    HAD    REGAINED    THE    SKY. 

By  Edward  Arthur  Dayman,  B.D.,  prebendary  of  Britton,  and  co-editor, 
with  Lord  Nelson  and  J.  R.  Woodford,  of  the  Sarum  Hymnal,  1868.  From  that 
collection  it  is  taken. 

/^HRIST  had  regained  the  sky, 
^^     To  send  down  whence  He  came 
The  promise  from  on  high, 

Made  in  the  Father's  Name  : 
His  own  await  the  hour 
That  seals  their  coming  power. 

The  mystic  destined  day 

Of  sevenfold  circling  years 
Speeds  onward  on  its  way 

To  herald  hopes  and  fears, 
To  set  the  bondmen  free  : 
Great  year  of  Jubilee  ! 

Within  the  temple  there 

In  silence  all  lay  hushed  — 
Down,  at  that  hour  of  prayer, 

Sudden  the  whirlwind  rushed  I 
Not  voiceless  as  of  old, 
God's  presence  now  it  told. 

And  cloven  tongues  of  flame 

The  Word's  full  warmth  inspire  ; 

And  from  the  Father  came 
The  lamp  of  living  tire, 


4^  THE    STORY   OF  PENTECOST. 

To  fill  the  faithful  heart, 
And  light  and  life  impart. 

The  Holy  Ghost  on  each 

The  gift  of  tongues  hath  poured, 

To  tell  in  varied  speech 
The  wonders  of  the  Lord  I 

And  Babel's  work  undone. 

He  binds  the  Church  in  one. 

Parthian  and  Elamite, 

And  strangers  far  and  near, 

Greek,  Arab,  Proselyte, 

Their  own  loved  lancruan-e  hear. 

All  lands  where  man  hath  trod 

Shall  hear  the  voice  of  God. 

Though  Israelites  combine 

With  infidels  to  mock, 
Nor  drunkenness  nor  wine 

The  faltering  lips  unlock. 
But  different  tongues  confess 
God's  Truth  in  soberness. 

Outspake  the  iVpostle  bold. 
How  God  fulfilled  His  word, 

And  prophets  had  foretold 
The  coming  of  the  Lord  : 

By  dream  and  vision  known, 

The  Spirit  seals  His  own. 


4 


AUDIMURj    ALMA    SPIRITUS.  ^9 

Christ,  may  the  Comforter 

From  God  the  Father  come, 
And  grace  and  power  confer. 

And  guide  us  to  Thy  home  ! 
Renew  the  face  of  earth, 
And  give  the  world  new  birth. 
Amen. 

AUDIMUR;    ALMA   SPIRITUS. 

From  the  Parisian  Breviary.     Translation  by  Isaac  Williams,  1S39. 

I^TOW  our  prayers  are  heard  on  high, 
^      And  'mid  mortal  men  unblest 

The  good  Comforter  is  nigh. 

Coming  from  the  Father's  breast. 

What  mysterious  sight  and  sound 
Of  our  God  the  coming  speaks? 

Like  a  rushing  wind  profound. 

All  the  house  His  presence  shakes. 

Like  a  fiery  shower  it  falls 

All  the  hallowed  guests  among, 

Upon  each  within  the  walls 
Sitting  like  a  flaming  tongue. 

While  the  bright  and  lamibent  blaze 
Plays  their  unharmed  heads  around, 

It  hath  gone  with  piercing  rays 
To  their  deepest  hearts  profound. 
4 


50 


THE    STORY   OF   PENTECOST. 


All  aghast  the  nations  throng, 

While  with  other  tongues  they  name 

Thinfjs  that  unto  Heaven  belonij, 
And  whate'er  they  speak  is  flame. 

Lo  again,  O  sight  of  fear  I 

For  the  hearer  hath  a  tongue  : 

Of  new  prophets,  while  they  hear, 
Hath  another  han-est  sprung. 

Praise  to  Father  and  to  Son, 
And  to  Thee,  the  Holy  One, 
By  whose  awful  breath  divine 
Our  dull  spirits  burn  and  shine. 


3>«=:c 


BEATA   NOBIS    GAUDIA. 

Daniel  and  Fabricius  ascribe  this  hymn  to  St.  Hilary,  Bishop  of  Poictiers  from 
355  to  368,  the  eaniest  of  the  Latin  hymnists.  Mone  is  persuaded  that  it  is  much 
later,  and  Wackemagel  refers  it  to  the  5th  century.  It  was  sung  at  compline  or  lauds 
at  Pentecost.  Translated  by  William  John  Blew,  Church  Hymn  ami  Tutu 
Bjok,  1851 ;  reprinted  in  Lyra  Mystica  and  in  The  People's  Hymnal. 

"D  OUND  roll  the  weeks  our  hearts  to  greet, 
-*-^     With  blissful  joys  returning  ; 
For  lo  !  the  Holy  Paraclete 

On  twelve  bright  brows  sits  burnin<x. 
With  quivering  flame  He  lights  on  each 
In  fashion  like  a  tongue,  to  teach 
That  eloquent  they  are  of  speech. 

Their  hearts  with  true  love  yearning. 


# 


BE  ATA   NOBIS  G  AUDI  A. 


51 


While  with  all  tongues  they  speak  to  all, 
The  nations  deem  them  maddened  ; 

And  drunk  with  wine  the  prophets  call 
Whom  God's  good  Spirit  gladdened  : 

A  marvel  this,  in  mystery  done  ; 

The  holy  Paschal-tide  outrun, 

The  duly  numbered  days  have  won 
Remission  for  the  saddened. 

O  God  most  holy,  Thee  we  pray 

With  reverent  brow  low  bending, 
Grant  us  the  Spirit's  gifts  to-day. 

The  gifts  from  Heaven  descending  ; 
And  since  Thy  Grace  hath  deigned  to  bide 
Within  our  breasts  once  sanctified. 
Deign,  Lord,  to  cast  our  sins  aside. 
Henceforth  calm  seasons  sending. 

To  God  the  Father  laud  and  praise, 

Praise  to  the  Son  be  given  ; 
Praise  to  the  Spirit  of  all  grace. 

The  Fount  of  graces  seven  ; 
As  was  of  old,  all  worlds  before. 
Is  now,  and  shall  be  evermore. 
When  time  and  change  are  spent  and  o'er,  - 

All  praise  in  earth  and  Heaven. 


# 


52       THE    STORY   OF   PENTECOST. 


GLADSOME  FEAST! 

Another  Version,  by  the  Rev.  E.  A.  Washburn,  D.D.,  of  New  York.  Con- 
tributed. The  allusion  to  the  Jubilee  is  in  accordance  with  a  German  note  of 
Kbnigsfeld. 

r^LADSOME  feast!  each  rolling  year 
^-^      Brings  anew  the  season  dear, 
When  upon  the  waiting  host 
Burning  fell  the  Holy  Ghost. 

Qiiivering  like  a  cloven  tongue, 
Heavenly  light  above  them  hung ; 
On  their  lips  a  word  it  came. 
In  their  hearts  a  living  flame. 

Now  in  every  voice  they  spake, 
Awed  the  listening  heathen  shake  : 
'Twas  no  fire  of  maddening  wine. 
Theirs  the  Spirit's  draught  divine. 

Mystic  birth  !  revealed  of  old. 
When  the  Paschal  days  were  told, 
And  the  circling  Jubilee 
Set  the  happy  bondman  free. 

God  of  boundless  mercy  !  now 
With  a  lowly  face  we  bow ; 
Give  Thy  Spirit  from  above, 
Grant  the  largess  of  Thy  Love. 


! 
I 


1 


PROMPT,    O  MUSE,    THE  FPTTING  STRAIN.      53 

Thou,  whose  tides  of  Grace  could  pour 
On  those  hallowed  hearts  before, 
Let  our  sinful  bondage  cease, 
Bring  our  Jubilee  of  peace  ! 


■ooj«<o 


EYA  MUSA  Die    OU.^SO    PR/ECLARA  CHOREA. 

From  The  Sarznit  Missal  in  English,  1868.  The  hymns  in  this  are  translated 
by  Charles  Buchaxan  Pearson,  Prebendary  of  Sariim.  He  has  recently  pub- 
lished these  sequences  in  a  volume:  his  renderings  of  them,  says  an  English  critic, 
are  "always  scholarly,  and  sometimes  poetical." 

"VTOW  prompt,  O  Muse,  the  fitting  strain, 
"^  ^     And  let  the  organ  lend  its  tempered  might ; 
Swell,  pipe  and  string,  the  joyous  note  of  praise  ; 
Whilst  we,  with  lifted  heart  and  voice, 
Devoutly  sing  the  honor  of  this  day. 
For  on  this  day  descends  the  Paraclete 
Upon  Christ's  faithlul  ones,  filling  their  souls  with 

grace. 
A  sudden  sound  is  heard,  and  tongues  of  fire  are 
seen. 
And,  lo  !  with  accents  not  their  own, 
Untaught  of  man,  the}'  speak  the  wondrous  works 
of  God. 
Yet  carnal  unbelief  cries  scornfull}^, 
"  Full  of  new  wine  are  these  :  "  misdeeminor  them 
Whose    hearts  the   Blessed   Spirit  with  love    in- 
flames. 
It  is  the  fiftieth  day 
From  the  great  Resurrection  morn. 


54 


THE    STORY   OF   PENTECOST. 


Into  their  heart  of  hearts  down  gHdes  the  mystic 
fire  ; 
While  to  the  city  a  clear  sign  is  given. 
Then  forth  they  go,  a  light  amid  the  gloom, 
Dropping  the  Word's  good  seed  in  every  land 
With  many  a  sign  of  power. 
While  the  supernal  dew 
Blesses  the  thirsty  new-sown  field. 
And  now,  O  Christ,  Thv  servants  waitinor  on  Thee 
Here  in  Thine  house,  would  fain  their  voice  attune 
To  that  new  song  which  saints  in  glory  sing. 
To  Him  be  endless  glory,  honor,  power, 
Who  to  all  men  that  serve  Him  faithfully 
In  every  clime  the  Spirit's  aid  vouchsafes  ! 
Meekly,   with   one   accord,   the  wondrous   Gift  we 

seek. 
That  He,  the  Holy  Ghost,  our  inmost  hearts 
First  cleansing,  with  all  wisdom  may  enlighten. 

Alleluia  ! 


LUX  JUCUNDA,    LUX    INSIGNIS. 

Adam  of  St.  Victor,  twelfth  centun*.  Daniel  esteems  it  "a  Prose  of  the  high- 
est merit,  inferior  to  none  and  superior  to  most,  full  of  the  flowers  and  fragrance  of  tlie 
Holy  Scriptures."'  Translated  by  C.  B  Pearson,  from  the  Sartatt  Missal,  iS68. 
There  is  a  partial  version  of  this  by  Dr.  Herbert  Kynaston,  in  his  Occasional 
Hymns,  1862. 


T 


HE  illustrious  day,  when  from  the  throne 
The  fiery  tongues  came  rushing  down 
On  Christ's  assembled  band, 


LUX  JUCUNDA,   LUX  IN^IGA'IS.  55 

To  enrich  their  tongues,  their  hearts  to  fill, 
To  kindred  praise  invites  us  still, 

With  heart  and  tongue  and  hand. 
Christ  on  this  Pentecostal  Day, 
Revisiting  without  delay 

The  Bride,  His  promise  sent : 
After  the  honey's  trea.sured  worth 
The  Rock  a  store  of  oil  gave  forth, 

The  Rock  now  permanent. 
From  Sinai's  Mount  proclaimed  the  Law 
Graven  on  stone  the  people  saw. 

Not  sent  in  tongues  of  fire  : 
Newness  of  heart  and  quickened  mind. 
With  unity  of  tongue  combined, 

The  chosen  few  inspire. 
O  happy,  O  most  festive  day  ! 
Whereon  the  early  founders  lay 

The  Church's  basis  sure. 
The  rising  Church's  first-fruits  born 
To  life  anew  this  holy  morn, 

Three  thousand  souls  figure. 
The  two  loaves  by  the  Law  ordained 
Two  peoples  represent,  retained 

By  faith's  adopting  tie. 
The  Head  Stone  of  the  corner,  set 
Between  the  two,  together  met. 

Hath  wrought  out  unity. 
New  bottles,  not  the  worn  and  old. 
New  wine  are  suitable  to  hold  : 

With  oil  Elisha  fills 
The  widow's  vessels  not  a  few  : 


THE    STORY   OF   PENTECOST. 


So  on  fit  hearts  His  holy  dew 

God  graciously  distils. 
We  are  not  worthy  of  this  wine, 
Or  oil,  or  of  this  dew  divine, 

If  discord  reigns  within  : 
His  consolation  cannot  find 
A  place  in  a  divided  mind 

Or  heart  obscured  by  sin. 
Come,  Holy  Comforter  benign  ! 
Our  tongues  control,  our  hearts  incline  I 
If  on  us  Thy  blest  Presence  shine. 

No  poison  harms,  no  gall : 
There  is  no  jo}^  no  pure  content. 
No  health,  no  calm  stabiliment. 
Sweetness  hath  no  constituent. 

Except  Thy  Grace  do  all. 
Thou  art  the  Light,  the  Oil  to  cure ; 
Thou  working  in  the  water  pure. 
Mysterious  virtue  dost  assure 

To  bless  Thy  chosen  race. 
By  new  creation  born  again. 
To  praise  Thee  now  our  hearts  are  fain ; 
B}^  nature  sons  of  wrath,  we  gain 

The  privilege  of  Grace. 
Thou  art  the  Gift  and  Giver  too. 
All  good  on  earth  to  Thee  is  due  : 
With  gratitude  our  hearts  endue, 
To  praise  Thy  Name  with  accents  true 

Do  Thou  our  lips  ordain  : 
Cleanse  us,  we  pray,  from  all  our  sin. 
Of  purity  Thou  Origin  ! 


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From  the  Anglo-Saxon  Hymnaries,  where  it  was  set  for  the  Vigil  of  Pentecost. 
Translation  by  John  David  Chambers:  from  his  Laiida  Syon,  1S57. 

A     YEAR'S  swift  months  have  passed  away, 
^  ^     The  joys  of  Pentecost  are  here  ; 
At  length  returns  the  wished- for  day, 
Again  believing  hearts  to  cheer. 

'Twas  then  the  Spirit  of  the  Lord 
Filled  with  celestial  joys  the  earth ; 

His  radiant  glories  all  abroad 

From  Heaven  throughout  the  world  go  forth. 

For  thus  the  Son  of  God  Most  High ' 
His  promise  to  the  Apostles  made. 

Ascending  o'er  the  lofty  sky, 
To  send  His  Holy  Spirit's  aid. 

Now  He  by  surest  proofs  is  here  ; 

Apostles'  voices  witness  bear. 
And  various  nations  far  and  near 

In  divers  tongues  His  power  declare. 

Saved  by  the  Spirit's  wondrous  Grace 

Of  Father  and  of  Son  bestowed, 
May  we  pour  forth  continual  praise 

Throughout  eternity  to  God. 


58  THE  STORY  OF  PENTECOST 


LAUDES    DEO    DEVOTAS. 


A  Co  v.iiline  Hymn  ascribed  to  St.  Notker  :  from  the  York  Breviary,  A  u.  912. 
Translation  by  J.  D.  Chambers,  from  his  Santm  Hojirsy  1S52.  Revised  in  the 
Rev.  Jamhs  Skinner's  Daily  Semice  Hymiial,  1864.  There  are  two  other  ver- 
sions, one  in  Lyra  Mystica,  by  W.  J.  Blew,  and  one  in  the  Saruin  Missal,  by 
C.  B.  Pearson. 


A  LL  laud  and  worship  o'er  the  earth 
-^  ^     Let  Universal  Church  pour  forth 

With  sweet  and  solemn  voice  to  God  : 
This  day,  to  the  Apostles  given, 
The  Holy  Spirit's  Grace  from  Heaven 

In  tongues  of  fire  was  shed  abroad. 

To  cleanse  our  souls  from  stain  of  sin, 
That  He  may  come  and  dwell  within. 

Now  present  be  the  Paraclete  ! 
That  we  may  please  Him  evermore. 
May  He  into  our  bosoms  pour 

His  gifts  and  graces  ever  meet. 

Now  for  eternal  ages  long, 
Let  Alleluia  be  our  song 

To  God,  the  Blessed  Three  in  One  : 
All  praise  and  power  and  majesty, 
With  honor,  might,  and  glory,  be 

In  earth  and  Heaven  forever  done. 


i 


WE  KEEP    THE  FEAST  OF  PENTECOST.      59 


TENTECOSTAL   ODES. 


From  the  Service  Books  of  the  Holy  Eastern  Church.     Translated  by  William 
Chatterton  Dix,  in  Lyra  Mystica,  1865. 


I. 

An  Ode  of  an  Unknown  Author. 

TT  7'E  keep  the  Feast  of  Pentecost, 

^  ^       The  Comino:  of  the  Holv  Ghost ; 
Our  hope  is  now  fulhlled,  and  we 
Receive  the  mighty  mystery. 

The  day  of  promise  long  foretold, 
The  time  appointed  we  behold, 
And  therefore  gladly  now  we  sing, 
To  Thee  be  praise,  Creator,  King. 

O  wondrous  Gift  of  Christ  the  Lord 
On  His  disciples  newly  poured. 
That  they  to  all  might  Grace  proclaim, 
And  publish  far  the  Saving  Name. 

Thy  Love  immortal,  Word  of  God, 
In  foreign  tongues  they  sound  abroad, 
And  all  the  wounds  of  sin  to  heal 
Thy  signal  mercy  they  reveal. 

The  Holy  Spirit  all  things  leads, 
From  Him  all  Prophecy  proceeds. 
His  Priests  He  ever  sanctities. 
He  makes  the  poor  and  lowly  wise. 


6o  THE  STORY  OF  PENTECOST. 

On  fishers  He  hath  poured  His  Grace  ; 
He  rules  the  Church,  His  dwelling-place ; 
He  welds  her  order,  and  His  might 
Protects  her  children  in  the  fiirht. 

Thee,  One  in  Nature,  One  in  throne, 
Eternal  Comforter,  we  own. 
With  God  the  Father  and  the  Son, 
■    The  ever-blessed  Three  in  One. 


II. 
An  Ode  of  S.  John  Damascene. 

[The  greatest  of  the  Greek  sacred  poets.  Little  is  known  of  his  life :  he  died 
about  A.D.  780.  Several  of  his  lyrics  have  been  nobly  translated  by  Dr.  J.  M.  Neale, 
in  his  Hymns  0/ the  Easterit  Church,  1862.] 

nr^HE  tuneful  sound  of  music 
Burst  sweetly  forth  of  old 
In  honor  of  the  idol, 

The  lifeless  form  of  gold  :  ^ 
We  cry,  with  awe  adoring 

The  Spirit's  radiant  flame, 
Sole  Trinity,  we  bless  Thee, 

For  evermore  the  same. 

They  who  the  Voice  Prophetic 
Knew  not  as  Word  of  Thine, 

The  unknown  tongues  regarded 
As  drunkenness  of  wine  : 

^  Exodus  xxxii.  iS,  19. 


HE   WHO   WITH  HIS  MIGHTY  HAND.         6l 

But  we  in  faith  devoutly 

Give  God  the  honor  due  : 
Sole  Trinity,  we  bless  Thee, 

Who  makest  all  thino-s  new. 

The  prophet  Joel  looking 

Upon  the  face  of  God, 
Astonied  heard  Him  speaking, 

And  told  His  words  abroad  : 
They  whom  I  give  My  Spirit 

Shall  cry,  thus  filled  with  might. 
Sole  Trinity,  we  bless  Thee, 

O  everlasting  Light. 

The  third  day-hour  abounded ' 

With  Grace,  that  we  might  know 
The  Source  of  blessing.  Threefold, 

Whence  benedictions  flow. 
And  now,  on  this  glad  morning. 

The  best  and  chief  of  days. 
Sole  Trinity,  we  bless  Thee 

In  hymns  of  grateful  praise. 


III. 
An  Ode  of  S.  Cosmas  the  Melodist. 

Foster-brother  to  S  John  Damascene,  and  next  to  him  among  the  Greek  ecclesi- 
astical poets.  He  was  a  monk  of  S.  Sabbas,  and  Bishop  of  Maiuma,  near  Gaza ; 
he  died  about  a.d.  760.  Like  Damascene,  he  was  extremely  fond  of  types  and 
Scripture  figures. 

T  TE  who  with  His  mighty  hand 
-^  -*-     Breaks  the  battle  and  the  brand, 
Now  hath  buried  in  the  tide 
Egypt's  chariots  and  her  pride. 


02 


THE  STORY  OF  PENTECOST. 


Songs  of  victory  we  sing : 
Perished  are  her  host  and  king. 
Tell  the  triumph  far  and  wide ; 
God  the  Lord  is  glorified. 

Thou  a  Light  on  earth  hast  shined, 
Clirist,  the  Lover  of  mankind  : 
Thou  the  Comforter  hast  sent : 
All  hath  found  accomplishment 
Which  the  Law  and  Prophets  old 
In  the  ages  past  foretold ; 
Every  promise,  every  word 
Which  Thy  dear  disciples  heard. 

For  the  Holy  Spirit's  Grace 
On  the  true  and  faithful  race 
Freely  hath  to-day  been  poured, 
From  the  world's  foundation  stored  : 
Gladly  then  these  hymns  we  lift. 
Thankful  for  the  wondrous  Gift, 
Praising,  as  is  right  and  meet, 
God  the  blessed  Paraclete. 


IV. 

An  Ode  of  S.  Joseph  of  the  Studtum. 

The  most  voluminous  of  the  Greek  poets:  he  lived  about  a.d.  830.  This  is  but  a 
fragment  of  his  great  "  Canon  for  Ascension,"  translated  by  Dr.  John  Mason  Neale, 
in  his  most  exquisite  and  invaluable  little  book,  Hymns  of  the  Eastern  C/utrch, 
1862. 

T  TOLY  Gift,  surpassing  comprehension  ! 
-^  ■*■     Wondrous  myster}^  of  each  fiery  tongue  ! 
Christ  made  good  His  promise  in  Ascension  : 
O'er  the  Twelve  the  cloven  flames  have  hunfj  ! 


/  WILL  NOT  LEAVE    YOU  COMFOR'JLESS.      63 

Spake  the  Lord,  or  ere  He  left  the  Eleven  : 
"  Here  in  Salem  wait  the  Gift  I  send  : 
Till  the  Paraclete  come  down  from  Heaven, 
Everlasting  Guide  and  Guard  and  Friend." 

O  that  shame,  now  ended  in  His  glory  ! 
O  that  pain,  now  lost  in  joy  unknown  I 
Tell  it  out  with  praise,  the  whole  glad  story, 
Human  nature  at  the  Father's  throne  ! 

I    WILL    NOT    LEAVE   YOU    COMFORTLESS. 

George  V.  Cox:  Hyvins  for  the  Black  Letter  Saints'  Days,  I'i^^. 

T   WILL  not  leave  you  comfortless  — 
The  promised  Spirit  comes  to  ble^s  : 

The  Pentecostal  Day  is  come, 

And  with  one  mind,  in  common  home, 

The  sad  disciples  of  the  Lord 

Waiting,  obey  His  solemn  word. 
O  let  His  word  with  us  abide, 
While  thus  we  keep  our  Whitsuntide  I 

Sudden,  above,  and  all  around 
A  mighty  Wind,  a  rushing  Sound 
Comes  from  the  clouds  asunder  riven  ; 
Resistless  comes  —  it  comes  from  Heaven. 
Its  power  expansive  makes  its  way. 
And  tills  the  chamber  where  they  pray. 
O  may  that  power  wdth  us  abide 
To  cheer  us  in  our  Whitsuntide  ! 


64 


THE  STORY  OF  PEN! E COST. 


Not  sounds  alone,  but  sights  are  there, 
For  cloven  tongues  of  fire  appear ; 
Brighter  than  jewelled  diadem, 
They  rest  on  each  and  all  of  them : 
The  heavenly  influence  spreads  :  and  they 
Exulting  hail  the  glorious  da}'. 

And  O,  may  we  with  thankful  pride 
Thus  hail  our  glorious  Whitsuntide  ! 

Filled  from  one  Source,  the  Holy  Ghost, 
(Jesus  their  theme.  His  Cross  their  boast) 
No  otKer  teaching  they  require. 
Kindled,  inspired  by  Heaven's  own  Fire. 
In  tongues  ne'er  learnt  they  Jesus  preach, 
E'en  as  the  Spirit's  breathings  teach. 

O  help  us,  teach  us,  heavenly  Guide, 
To  keep  aright  our  Whitsuntide  ! 

The  tidings  soon  were  noised  abroad 
Of  powers  that  spoke  the  present  God  ; 
And  numbers  vast  of  pious  men 
From  every  clime  'neath  Heaven's  ken. 
Each  in  his  native  language  heard 
From  men  untaught  the  sacred  word. 

O  spread  those  tidings  far  and  wide. 
Blest  Founder  of  our  Whitsuntide  ! 


Well  might  those  listeners  cry,  O  see  ! 
Are  they  not  all  from  Galilee? 
How^  in  our  proper  tongue  doth  each 
Catch  words  of  wisdom  from  their  speech? 


* 


HAIL    THE  JOYFUL  DAY'S  RETURN.         65 


To  keep  a  Feast  from  far  we  came, 
A  holier  Feast  we  now  proclaim. 

And  O,  what  they  far  off  descried, 
May  we  enjoy  each  Whitsuntide  ! 


HAIL   THE  JOYFUL   DAY'S    RETURN. 


Robert  Campbell,  solicitor  in  Edinburgh:  died  1868.  He  was  the  compiler, 
and  chief  author,  of  a  small  collection  of  Hymns  and  A  nthevisfor  use  in  the  Holy 
Services  of  the  Churchy  within  the  United  Diocese  of  St.  A  ndreiv's,  Dunkeld,  and 
Dunblane,  put  forth  with  the  approval  of  Bishop  Torry,  in  1850.  He  dealt  chiefly  in 
translations  from  the  Latin  ;  but  this  vigorous  lyric  seems  to  be  original. 


T  TAIL  the  joyful  day's  return, 
-^  -*•  Hail  the  Pentecostal  morn, 
Morn  when  our  Ascended  Head 
On  His  Church  His  Spirit  shed. 
Like  to  cloven  tongues  of  flame 
On  the  Twelve  the  Spirit  came ; 
Tongues,  that  earth  may  hear  the  call ; 
Fire,  that  Love  may  burn  in  all. 


Hear  the  speech  before  unknown ; 
Trembling  crowds  the  wonder  own : 
What  though  hardened  some  abide. 
And  the  holy  work  deride  ? 
Lord,  to  Thee  Thy  people  bend, 
Unto  us  Thy  Spirit  send ; 
Blessings  of  this  sacred  day 
Grant  us,  dearest  Lord,  we  pray. 
5 


66  THE  STORY  OF  PENTECOST. 

Thou  who  didst  our  fathers  guide, 
With  their  children  still  abide  ; 
Grant  us  pardon,  grant  us  peace, 
Till  our  earthly  wanderings  cease. 
To  the  Father  praises  sing, 
Praise  to  Christ  our  risen  King, 
Praise  to  Thee,  the  Lord  of  Love, 
Blessed  Spirit,  Holy  Dove. 


3>*:c 


MIDNIGHT   CLOUDS   ARE    ROLLED   AWAY. 

Charles  Laurence  Ford  :  from  Hymns  for  the  Public  IVorship  of  the 
Churchy  1S5S,  by  the  Rev.  Robert  H.  Baynes,  now  Vicar  of  St.  Michael's, 
Coventry. 

1\/riDNIGHT  clouds  are  rolled  away, 
-^^^     Dawns  the  Pentecostal  Day  : 
Struggling  through  the  twilight  gloom 
Sunshine  seeks  the  upper  room, 
Softly  entering,  as  it  sees 
Waiting  saints  upon  their  knees. 

Waiting  long  with  one  accord 
For  the  Promise  of  their  Lord  ; 
Pouring  forth  the  heart's  full  prayer 
For  His  glorious  presence  there  : 
Glad  the  morning  light  they  spy  — 
Surely  now  their  Sun  is  nigh  ! 

Hark  I  a  rushing  sound  is  given, 
As  a  mighty  wind  from  Heaven ! 


EXCEEDING  FAITHFUL  IN  THY  WORD.      67 


Hearts  exclaim,  while  lips  are  dumb, 
Lo,  the  Comforter  is  come  ! 
See  where  ev^ery  cloven  spire 
Crowns  with  pure  baptismal  fire  ! 

Now  the  night  of  fear  is  o'er, 
Silence  seals  their  lips  no  more. 
Lord  !  to  us  like  gift  impart ; 
Fill  with  fire  each  waiting  heart ; 
Then,  Thy  wondrous  Love  to  show. 
Burning  words,  like  flame,  shall  flow. 


EXCEEDING    FAITHFUL    IN   THY   WORD. 


George  Wither,  1588-1667,  was  a  Puritan  through  the  Civil  War,  though  before 
that  he  had  stood  so  well  at  court  as  to  receive  from  James  I.  an  exclusive  patent  for 
his  Hymns  and  Songs  of  the  Church,  1623.  In  that  volume  this  is  set  for  Pentecost. 
He  aftenvard  rewrote  (without  improving)  it,  for  his  Hallelujah,  1641. 

•p^XCEEDING  faithful  in  Thy  word, 
^~^     And  just  in  all  Thy  ways, 
We  do  acknowledge  Thee,  O  Lord, 

And  therefore  give  Thee  praise  : 
For  as  Thy  promise  Thou  didst  pass 

Before  Thou  went'st  away, 
Sent  down  Thy  Holy  Spirit  was 

At  His  appointed  day. 

While  Thy  disciples  in  Thy  name 

Together  did  retire, 
The  Holy  Ghost  upon  them  came 

In  cloven  tongues  of  fire  ; 


68  THE  STORY  OF  PENTECOST. 

That  in  their  calHng  they  might  be 

Confirmed  from  above, 
As  Thou  wert,  when  He  came  on  Thee, 

Descending  like  a  dove. 

Whereby  those  men,  that  simple  were 

And  fearful  till  that  hour, 
Had  knowledge  at  an  instant  there. 

And  boldness  armed  with  power ; 
Receiving  gifts  so  manifold 

That  since  the  world  begun 
A  wonder  seldom  hath  been  told 

That  could  exceed  this  one. 

Now  also,  blessed  Spirit,  come. 

Unto  our  souls  appear. 
And  of  Thy  graces  shower  Thou  some 

On  this  assembly  here  : 
To  us  Thy  dove-like  meekness  lend. 

That  humble  we  may  be, 
And  on  Thy  silver  wings  ascend. 

Our  Saviour  Christ  to  see. 

O  let  Thy  cloven  tongues,  we  pray, 

So  rest  on  us  again, 
That  both  the  Truth  confess  we  may, 

And  teach  it  other  men. 
Moreover  let  Thy  heavenly  fire, 

Enflamed  from  above. 
Burn  up  in  us  each  vain  desire. 

And  warm  our  hearts  with  love. 


J 


JVAV,   STARTLE  NOT.  69 

Vouchsafe  Thou  likewise  to  bestow 

On  us  Thy  sacred  peace, 
We  stronger  may  in  union  grow 

And  in  debates  decrease  : 
Which  peace  though  many  yet  contemn, 

Reformed  let  them  be. 
That  we  may.  Lord,  have  part  in  them. 

And  they  have  part  in  Thee. 


D>iKC 


NAY,   STARTLE   NOT. 

Christopher  Harvie,  author  of  The  Synagogue :  Sacred  Poems  in  Imitation 
of  Mr.  George  Herbert,  1640.  This  work  went  through  many  editions,  and  was  long 
bound  with  Herbert's  Teviple. 

I^TAY,  startle  not  to  hear  the  rushing  wind 
■^  ^       Wherewith  this  place  is  shaken  : 
Attend  awhile,  and  thou  shalt  quickly  find 

How  much  thou  art  mistaken, 
If  thou  think  here 

Is  any  cause  to  fear. 

Seest  thou  not  how  on  those  twelve  reverend  heads 

Sit  cloven  tongues  of  fire? 
And  as  the  rumor  of  that  wonder  spreads. 

The  multitude  admire 
To  see  it,  and 

Yet  more  amazed  stand, 

To  hear  at  once  so  great  variety 

Of  language  from  them  come. 
Of  whom  they  dare  be  bold  to  say  they  be 


70  THE  STORY  OF  PENTECOST. 

Bred  nowhere  but  at  home, 

And  never  were 
In  place  such  words  to  hear. 

Mock  not,  profane  despisers  of  the  Spirit, 
At  what 's  to  you  unknown  : 

This  Earnest  He  hath  sent,  who  must  inherit 
All  nations  as  His  own  ; 
That  they  may  know 
How  much  to  Him  they  owe. 

Now  that  He  is  ascended  up  on  high 

To  His  celestial  throne, 
And  hath  led  captive  all  captivity, 

He'll  not  receive  alone, 
•  But  likewise  give 

Gifts  unto  all  that  live : 

To  all  that  live  by  Him,  that  they  may  be 
In  His  due  time,  each  one, 

Partakers  with  Him,  in  His  victory. 
Nor  He  triumph  alone. 

But  take  all  His 
Unto  Him  w^here  He  is. 

To  fit  them  for  which  blessed  state  of  glory 

This  is  His  Agent  here  : 
To  publish  to  the  world  that  happy  story. 

Always  and  everywhere 
This  resident 

Embassador  is  sent. 


I 


THY  HEA  VENLY  KINGDOM  HERE  BELOW.      71 

Heaven's  Lieger  upon  earth  to  counterwork 
The  mines  that  Satan  made, 

And  bring  to  light  those  enemies,  that  lurk 
Under  sin's  gloomy  shade  : 

That  hell  may  not 
Still  boast  what  it  hath  o;ot. 

Thus  Babel's  curse,  confusion,  is  retrieved; 

Diversity  of  tongues 
By  this  division  of  the  Spirit  relieved : 

And,  to  prevent  all  wrongs, 
One  Faith  unites 

People  of  different  rites. 

O  let  His  entertainment  then  be  such 

As  doth  Him  best  befit : 
Whatever  He  requireth  think  not  much 

Freely  to  yield  Him  it : 
For  who  doth  this 

Reaps  the  first-fruits  of  bliss. 


5>^C 


THY    HEAVENLY   KINGDOM    HERE    BELOW. 

Joseph  Beaumont,  D.D.,  1615-1699:  Master  of  Peter-House,  and  King's  Pro- 
fessor of  Divinity  at  Cambridge :  author  of  Psyche,  the  longest  poem  in  the  Englisli 
language,  and  of  some  minor  pieces  which,  written  in  1652,  were  not  printed  till  1749. 

nnHY  heavenly  kingdom  here  below 
-*"      Now  like  itself,  dear  Lord,  doth  show. 
And  needs  no  metaphor  to  tell 
How  lofty  things  beneath  can  dwell : 
Now  Thy  celestial  flames  are  hither  sent 
To  light  the  stars  of  earth's  new  firmament. 


72  THE  STORY  OF  PENTECOST. 

How  bright  they  shine  !  brave  stars,  whose  light 
Spreads  day  upon  the  face  of  night ! 
And  gilds  the  farthest  shades,  which  lie 
Hid  from  the  upper  heaven's  great  eye ; 
Coasts  to  the  glaring  sun  unknown  shall  say, 
Welcome,,  sweet  beams  of  bright  religious  day. 

These  heavens  Thy  glory  shall  declare. 

And  with  Thy  praises  fill  the  air. 

The  tongues  of  this  great  day  shall  send 

Thy  name  unto  the  world's  vast  end. 
Where'er  it  lists  this  Spirit  shall  blow,  and  find 
Its  chariot  on  the  wings  of  every  wind. 


>J«<0 


TONGUES   OF   FIRE   FROM   HEAVEN   DESCEND. 

Bishop  Jeremy  Taylor,   1613-1667.      His  Festival  Hymns  were  attached  to 
TJie  Golden  Grove,  1655. 

nnONGUES  of  fire  from  Heaven  descend, 
-*"       With  a  mighty  rushing  wind. 
To  blow  it  up,  and  make 
A  living  fire 
Of  heavenly  charity,  and  pure  desire, 
Where  they  their  residence  should  take. 
On  the  Apostles'  sacred  heads  they  sit ; 
Who  now,  like  beacons,  do  proclaim  and  tell 
The  invasion  of  the  host  of  hell ; 

And  give  men  warning  to  defend 
Themselves  from  the  enraging  brunt  of  it. 


I 


WHEN  CHRIST  TO  HEAVEN  ASCENDED.      73 

Lord,  let  the  flames  of  holy  Charity, 
And  all  her  gifts  and  graces,  slide 
Into  our  hearts,  and  there  abide  ; 

That,  thus  refined,  we  may  soar  above 

With  it,  unto  the  element  of  Love, 
Even  unto  Thee,  dear  Spirit; 

And  there  eternal  peace  and  rest  inherit. 


^'i^^ 


WHEN    CHRIST    HIS    BODY    UP    HAD    BORNE. 

Henry  More,  1614-1687;  the  celebrated  Cambridge  Platonist.     His  few  hymns, 
whose  poetical  merit  is  but  small,  were  printed  with  his  Theological  Works,  in  1668. 

■\T  7HEN  Christ  His  body  up  had  borne 

^  ^       To  Heaven,  from  His  Disciples'  sight, 
Then  they  like  orphans  all  forlorn 

Spent  their  sad  days  in  mournful  plight. 

But  He  ascended  up  on  high, 

More  sacred  gifts  for  to  receive 
And  freely  shower  them  from  the  sky 

On  those  which  He  behind  did  leave. 

He  for  the  presence  of  His  flesh 
To  them  the  Holy  Spirit  imparts, 

And  doth  with  living  springs  refresh 
Their  thirsty  souls  and  fainting  hearts. 

While  with  one  mind,  and  in  one  place. 
Devoutly  they  themselves  retire, 

In  rushing  wind  the  promised  Grace 
Descends,  and  cloven  tongues  of  fire. 


74  THE  STORY  OF  PENTECOST. 

The  liouse  th'  Almighty's  Spirit  fills, 
Which  doth  the  feeble  fabric  sliake  ; 

But  on  their  tongue  such  power  instils, 
That  makes  the  amazed  hearer  quake. 

The  Spirit  of  holy  zeal  and  love, 
And  of  discerning,  give  us,  Lord  ; 

The  Spirit  of  power  from  above. 
Of  unity  and  good  accord. 

The  Spirit  of  convincing  speech. 
Such  as  will  every  conscience  smite. 

And  to  the  heart  of  each  man  reach. 
And  sin  and  error  put  to  flight : 

The  Spirit  of  refining  fire 

Searching  the  inmost  of  the  mind. 

To  purge  all  foul  and  fell  desire. 

And  kindle  Life  more  pure  and  kind. 

The  Spirit  of  faith,  in  this  thy  day. 
Of  power  against  the  force  of  sin. 

That  through  this  faith  we  ever  may 
Against  our  lusts  the  conquests  win. 

Pour  down  Th}'  Spirit  of  inward  Life, 

Which  in  our  hearts  Thy  Laws  may  write, 

That  without  any  pain  or  strife 

We  naturally  may  do  what 's  right. 


J 


WELCOME,    WHITE  DAY! 


/J 


On  all  the  earth  Thy  Spirit  pour, 

In  righteousness  it  to  renew  : 
That  Satan's  kingdom  't  may  o'erpower, 

And  to  Christ's  sceptre  may  subdue. 

Like  mighty  wind  or  torrent  fierce, 

Let  it  withstanders  all  o'errun. 
And  every  wicked  law  reverse, 

That  Faith  and  Love  may  make  all  one. 

Let  peace  and  joy  in  each  place  spring, 
x\nd  righteousness,  the  Spirit's  fruits. 

With  meekness,  friendship,  and  each  thing 
That  with  the  christian  spirit  suits. 

Grant  this,  O  holy  God  and  true, 

Who  th'  ancient  Prophets  did  inspire  : 

Haste  to  perform  Thy  Promise  due, 
As  all  Thy  Servants  Thee  desire. 

[The  ideas  of  this  are  better  than  the  expression.  John  Wesley  rewrote  the  whole 
piece,  in  his  Hymns  and  Sacred  Poems,  1739,  and  part  of  that  version  has  already 
been  given,  on  p.  21.] 

WHITE    SUNDAY. 

Henry  Vaughan,  1621-1695,  next  in  rank  to  George  Herbert  among  the  poets 
of  that  age  and  school.  From  his  Silex  Scintillayis,  Part  II.,  1654.  As  is  usual  with 
Vaughan  and  his  fellows,  this  piece  is  crowded  with  ideas  and  somewhat  obscure 


^T  7ELCOME,  white  day  !  a  thousand  suns, 

*  ^      Though  seen  at  once,  were  black  to  thee  ! 
For  at'ter  their  light,  darkness  comes  ; 
But  thine  shines  to  eternitv. 


THE  STORY  OF  PENTECOST. 


* 


Those  flames  which  on  the  Apostles  rushed 
At  this  great  Feast,  and  in  a  tyre 
Of  cloven  tongues  their  heads  all  brushed 
And  crowned  them  with  prophetic  fire,  — 

Can  these  new  lights  be  like  to  those, 
These  lights  of  serpents  like  the  Dove? 
Thou  hadst  no  gall  even  for  Thy  foes, 
And  Thy  two  wings  were  grief  and  love. 

Though  then  some  boast  that  fire  each  day, 
And  to  Christ's  coat  pin  all  their  shreds, 
Not  sparing  openly  to  say, 
His  candle  shines  upon  their  heads ; 

Yet  while  some  rays  of  that  great  Light 
Shine  here  below  within  Thy  Book, 
They  never  shall  so  blind  my  sight 
But  I  will  know  which  wav  to  look. 


For  thoufrh  Thou  dost  that  fjreat  licrht  lock, 
And  by  this  lesser  commerce  keep, 
Yet  by  these  glances  of  the  flock 
I  can  discern  wolves  from  the  sheep. 


Not  but  that  I  have  wishes  too. 

And  pray,  "These  last  may  be  as  first. 

Or  better  :  "  but  Thou  lonjr  afjo 

Hast  said,  ''These  last  should  be  the  worst.'' 


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WELCOME,    IVJJ/TE  DAY! 


11 


Besides,  Thy  method  with  Thy  own, 
Thy  own  dear  people,  pens  our  times ; 
Our  stories  are  in  theirs  set  down, 
And  penalties  spread  to  our  crimes. 

Again,  if  worst  and  worst  implies 
A  state  that  no  redress  admits, 
Then,  from  Thy  Cross  unto  these  days 
The  rule  without  exception  fits. 

And  yet,  as  in  night's  gloomy  page 
One  silent  star  may  interline  ; 
So  in  this  last  and  lewdest  age 
Thy  ancient  Love  on  some  may  shine. 

For  though  we  hourly  breathe  decays, 
And  our  best  note  and  highest  ease 
Is  but  mere  changing  of  the  keys, 
And  a  consumption  that  doth  please  : 

Yet  Thou,  the  great  eternal  Rock, 
Whose  height  above  all  ages  shines. 
Art  still  the  same,  and  canst  unlock 
Thy  waters  to  a  soul  that  pines. 


Since  then  Thou  art  the  same  this  day 
And  ever  as  Thou  wert  of  old. 
And  nothing  doth  Thy  Love  allay 
But  our  heart's  dead  and  sinful  cold  ; 


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THE  STORY  OF  PENTECOST. 


As  Thou  long  since  wert  pleased  to  buy 
Our  drowned  estate,  taking  the  curse 
Upon  Thyself,  so  to  destroy 
The  knots  we  tied  upon  Thy  purse,  — 

So  let  Thy  Grace  now  make  the  way 
Even  for  Thy  Love  ;  for  by  that  means 
We,  who  are  nothing  but  foul  clay, 
Shall  be  fine  gold  which  Thou  didst  cleanse, 

O  come  !  retine  us  with  Thy  fire  ! 
Refine  us  !  we  are  at  a  loss  : 
Let  not  Thy  stars  for  Balaam's  hire 
Dissolve  into  the  common  dross  ! 


JJ«<c 


AT   PENTECOST,    ILLUSTRIOUS    DAY! 


Simon  Browne,  16S0-1732:  Independent  minister  at  Portsmouth  and  in  London. 
His  Hymns  and  Spiritual  Songs,  designed  as  a  Supplement  to  Dr.  Watts'  Hymns, 
appeared  in  1720,  and  were  reprinted  in  1741  and  1760. 


\  T  Pentecost,  illustrious  day  ! 
•^  ^     With  one  accord  the  x\postles  met 
There  where  their  Master  bid  them  stay 
And  for  the  Father's  promise  wait. 

Nor  did  they  sit  in  long  suspense ; 

From  Heaven  a  sudden  sound  was  heard, 
Like  wind  impetuous  rushing  thence, 

And  cloven  tongues  of  fire  appeared. 


AT  PENTECOST,   ILLUSTRIOUS  DAY/        79 

The  heavenly  blast  filled  all  the  room, 
A  tongue  descends  on  every  head : 

And  now  the  Paraclete  is  come, 

To  make  them  glad,  and  help  them  plead. 

With  flowing  speech  in  foreign  tongues 
God's  wondrous  works  they  now  proclaim  : 

Whilst  of  all  nations  numerous  throno-s 
To  witness  to  the  wonder  came. 

Surprised  they  heard  illiterate  Jews 
The  language  of  each  country  speak  : 

The  tongue  of  Medes,  of  Libyans,  use, 
Arabic,  Persian,  Roman,  Greek. 

Thus  did  the  Holy  Ghost  inspire 

And  fit  them  Christian  truths  to  spread, 

Fill  every  heart  with  light  and  fire, 

Teach  ever}-  tongue  to  preach  and  plead. 

Thus  did  He  open  witness  bear 

To  their  authority  divine  ,' 
Make  stupid  lands  attentive  hear, 

And  all  their  gods  and  lusts  resign. 

Thus  tidings  of  salvation  run 

Through  every  nation  far  and  near. 

And  everywhere  beneath  the  sun 
The  triumphs  of  the  Cross  appear. 


So  THE  STORY  OF  PENTECOST. 


NOW   CHRIST   ASCENDS   ABOVE   THE   SKIES. 


William  Hammond  (died  1783)  was  first  a  Churchman,  then  a  Calvinistic 
Methodist,  and  finally  a  Moravian.  His  Psaltns,  Hymns,  and  Spiritual  Songs 
appeared  in  1745.  He  was  a  fair  scholar,  and  this  is  doubtless  founded  on  Jam 
Christ  us  ast*a  ascenderat. 


1VTOW  Christ  ascends  above  the  skies ; 
^  ^      He  now  returns  to  Paradise, 

From  whence  He  lately  kindly  came  : 
The  promised  Spirit  He  sends  down, 
To  make  His  great  salvation  known 

And  spread  the  savor  of  His  Name. 
When  Pentecost  was  fully  come, 
They  all  assembled  in  one  room, 

And  joined  in  mutual  prayer  and  praise : 
Then  suddenly  a  sound  was  heard, 
Twelve  cloven  tongues  of  fire  appeared, 

And  on  the  Apostles'  heads  took  place. 

The  rushing  wind  that  went  before 
Declares  our  Lord's  almighty  power. 

His  power  to  cast  opposers  down  : 
The  efficacy  of  His  Love 
Like  a  refiner's  fire  doth  prove, 

And  warm  and  melt  even  hearts  of  stone. 
With  joy  and  gladness  they  proclaim 
The  wonders  of  the  bleeding  Lamb ; 

They  boldly  publish  Jesu's  Word : 
Their  hearts  with  heavenly  ardor  fired, 
Their  lips  with  diverse  tongues  inspired. 

The}'  preach  the  Gospel  of  our  Lord. 


I 


I 


AVJV   CHRIST  ASCENDS   ON  HIGH.  8 1 

'Tis  madness  to  a  carnal  ear 
To  hear  a  child  of  God  declare 

What  Jesus  for  his  soul  hath  done  ; 
Freely  to  talk  of  sins  forjjiven, 
To  say  that  we  are  sure  of  Heaven, 

Is  all  a  language  quite  unknown. 
Worldlings  deny  the  power  divine, 
Impute  the  work  of  Grace  to  wine. 

And  say  the  saints  are  drunk  or  mad  : 
But  they  who  taste  our  Saviour's  Grace 
In  Him  find  solid  happiness ; 

In  Christ  they  triumph,  and  are  glad. 

His  Promise  stands  for  ever  sure. 
My  Spirit  on  all  flesh  I  four  ^ 

All  flesh  shall  My  Salvation  see, 
A  Christian  heart  is  Christ's  abode, 
A  living  temple  of  his  God, 

A  temple  of  the  sacred  Three. 
Christ  dwells  in  him,  and  he  in  Christ ; 
He  into  Jesus  is  baptized, 

In  spirit  he  with  Christ  is  one. 
Jesu,  our  souls  are  joined  to  Thee 
In  everlasting  unity ; 

We  live  bv  Christ,  and  Christ  alone. 


82  THE  STORY  OF  PENTECOST. 


WHEN    THE   BLEST   DAY   OF   PENTECOST. 


Joseph  Hart,  1712-1768;  minister  in  Jewin  Street,  and  author  of  various  popu- 
lar hymns.     His  firsi  edition,  containing  this,  appeared  1759. 


TT  7HEN  the  blest  day  of  Pentecost 
^  ^     Was  fully  come,  the  Holy  Ghost 

Descended  from  above, 
Sent  by  the  Father  and  the  Son 
(The  Sender  and  the  Sent  are  one), 

The  Lord  of  Life  and  Love. 

Within  one  house,  with  one  accord, 
The  faithful  followers  of  our  Lord, 

Waiting  his  Promise,  sit ; 
That,  vested  with  supernal  power, 
They  might  be  then,  and  not  before, 

To  preach  the  Gospel  fit. 

Sudden  a  rushing  wind  they  hear. 
And  fiery  cloven  tongues  appear 

And  sat  on  every  one. 
Cloven,  perhaps  to  be  the  sign 
That  God  no  longer  would  confine 

His  Word  to  Jews  alone. 

To  every  nation  under  heaven 

To  hear  the  Gospel-sound  is  given ; 

The  call  to  all  extends. 
As  ours  was  parted  long  ago. 
So  God  divides  His  language  too, 

And  after  sinners  sends. 


GRANTED  IS   THE   SAVIOUR'S  PRAYER,      ^Z 

And  were  these  first  disciples  blest 
With  heavenly  gifts,  and  shall  the  rest 

Be  passed  unheeded  by? 
What,  has  the  Holy  Ghost  forgot 
To  quicken  souls  that  Christ  has  bought. 

And  let  them  lifeless  lie? 

No,  Thou  almighty  Paraclete, 

Thou  shedd'st  Thy  heavenly  influence  yet, 

Thou  visit'st  sinners  still : 
Thy  breath  of  Life,  Thy  quickening  flame, 
Thy  power,  Thy  Godhead,  still  the  same, 

We  own,  because  we  feel. 


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GRANTED  IS  THE  SAVIOUR'S  PRAYER.  . 

Charles  Weslf.y  :  from  Hymns  a^id  Sacred  Poems,  1739.     The  last  of  a  series 
of  five  hymns  for  the  great  Festivals. 

/^^  RANTED  is  the  Saviour's  prayer, 
^^      Sent  the  gracious  Comforter  ; 
Promise  of  our  parting  Lord, 
Jesus,  to  His  heaven  restored : 

Christ,  who  now  gone  up  on  high, 
Captive  leads  captivity. 
While  His  foes  from  Him  receive 
Grace,  that  God  with  man  may  live. 

God,  the  everlasting  God, 
Makes  with  mortals  His  abode  ; 
Whom  the  heavens  cannot  contain, 
He  vouchsafes  to  dwell  in  man. 


84  THE  STORY  OF  PENTECOST, 

Never  will  He  thence  depart, 
Inmate  of  an  humble  heart ; 
Carrying  on  His  work  within, 
Striving  till  He  cast  out  sin. 

There  He  helps  our  feeble  moans, 
Deepens  our  imperfect  groans  ; 
Intercedes  in  silence  there, 
Sighs  the  unutterable  prayer. 

Come,  divine  and  peaceful  Guest, 
Enter  our  devoted  breast : 
Holy  Ghost,  our  hearts  inspire, 
Kindle  there  the  gospel  tire. 

Crown  the  agonizing  strife. 
Principle  and  Lord  of  life  : 
Life  divine  in  us  renew. 
Thou  the  Gift  and  Giver  too  ! 

Now  descend  and  shake  the  earth. 
Wake  us  into  second  birth ; 
Now  Thy  quickening  influence  give. 
Blow,  and  these  dry  bones  shall  live. 

Brood  Thou  o'er  our  nature's  night,  — 
Darkness  kindles  into  light ; 
Spread  Thy  overshadowing  wings, — 
Order  from  confusion  springs. 

Pain  and  sin  and  sorrow  cease. 
Thee  we  taste,  and  all  is  peace ; 
Joy  divine  in  Thee  we  prove. 
Light  of  truth,  and  fire  of  love. 


FATHER   OF  EVERLASTING   GRACE.  Q 

FATHER   OF    EVERLASTING    GRACE. 

Charles  Wesley:  from  Hymns  for  Whit-Sunday  ^  1746 

TIj^ATHER  of  everlasting  grace, 

^      Thy  goodness  and  Thy  truth  we  praise ; 

Thy  goodness  and  Thy  truth  we  prove ; 
Thou  hast,  in  honor  of  Thy  Son, 
The  Gift  unspeakable  sent  down. 

The  Spirit  of  life,  and  power,  and  love. 

Thou  hast  the  prophecy  fulfilled, 
The  grand  original  compact  sealed, 

For  which  Thy  word  and  oath  were  joined  : 
The  Promise  to  our  fallen  head, 
To  every  child  of  Adam  made, 

Is  now  poured  out  on  all  mankind. 

The  purchased  Comforter  is  given. 
For  Jesus  is  returned  to  Heaven, 

To  claim,  and  then  the  Grace  impart: 
Our  day  of  Pentecost  is  come, 
And  God  vouchsafes  to  fix  His  home 

In  every  poor  expecting  heart. 

Father,  on  Thee  whoever  call 
Confess  Thy  promise  is  for  all, 

While  every  one  that  asks  receives, 
Receives  the  Gift  and  Giver  too, 
And  w^itnesses  that  Thou  art  true, 

And  in  Thy  Spirit  walks  and  lives. 


86  THE  STORY  OF  PENTECOST. 

Not  to  a  single  age  confined, 
For  every  soul  of  man  designed, 

O  God,  we  now  that  Spirit  claim  : 
To  us  the  Holy  Ghost  impart. 
Breathe  Him  into  our  panting  heart ; 

Thou  hear'st  us  ask  in  Jesu's  name. 

Send  us  the  Spirit  of  Thy  Son, 

To  make  the  depths  of  Godhead  known, 

To  make  us  share  the  life  divine  : 
Send  Him  the  sprinkled  blood  to  apply ; 
Send  Him  our  souls  to  sanctify. 

And  show  and  seal  us  ever  Thine. 

So  shall  we  pray,  and  never  cease ; 
So  shall  we  thankfully  confess 

Thy  wisdom,  truth,  and  power,  and  love  ; 
With  joy  unspeakable  adore. 
And  bless  and  praise  Thee  evermore. 

And  serve  Thee  like  Thy  hosts  above : 

Till,  added  to  that  heavenly  choir. 
We  raise  our  songs  of  triumph  higher, 

And  praise  Thee  in  a  bolder  strain ; 
Outsoar  the  first-born  seraph's  flight. 
And  sing,  with  all  our  friends  in  light, 

Thine  everlasting  Love  to  man. 


REJOICE,   REJOICE,    YE  FALLEN  RACE.      87 
REJOICE,    REJOICE.   YE    FALLEN    RACE. 

Charles  Wesley:  ixom  Hymns  and  Sacred  Poems,  1742. 

"D  EJOICE,  rejoice,  ye  fallen  race, 
^     The  Day  of  Pentecost  is  come  ! 

Expect  the  sure  descending  Grace, 
Open  your  hearts  to  make  Him  room. 

Our  Jesus  is  gone  up  on  high. 

For  us  the  blessing  to  receive ; 
It  now  comes  streaming  from  the  sky. 

The  Spirit  comes,  and  sinners  live. 

To  every  one  whom  God  shall  call 

The  promise  is  securely  made  ; 
To  you  far  off;  He  calls  you  all ; 

Believe  the  word  that  Christ  hath  said  : 

"The  Holy  Ghost,  if  I  depart. 
The  Comforter  shall  surely  come, 

Shall  make  the  contrite  sinner's  heart 
His  loved,  His  everlasting  home." 

Lord,  we  believe  to  us  and  ours 

The  apostolic  promise  given ; 
We  wait  to  taste  the  heavenly  powers, 

The  Holy  Ghost  sent  down  from  Heaven. 

Ah,  leave  us  not  to  mourn  below. 
Or  long  for  Thy  return  to  pine ; 

Now,  Lord,  the  Comforter  bestow, 
And  fix  in  us  the  Guest  divine. 


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THE  STORY  OF  PENTECOST. 


Assembled  here  with  one  accord, 
Calmly  we  wait  the  promised  grace, 

The  purchase  of  our  dying  Lord  ; 

Come,  Holy  Ghost,  and  fill  the  place. 

If  every  one  that  asks  may  find. 
If  still  Thou  art  to  sinners  given, 

Come  as  a  mighty  rushing  wind. 

To  shake  our  earth  come  down  from  Heaven, 

Behold,  to  Thee  our  souls  aspire, 
And  lang-uish  Thv  descent  to  meet ; 

Kindle  in  each  Thy  living  fire, 
And  fix  in  every  heart  Thy  seat. 

Wisdom  and  strencjth  to  Thee  belonijs  : 
Sweetly  within  our  bosoms  move  ; 

Now  let  us  speak  with  other  tongues 

The  new  strange  language  of  Thy  Love. 

Spirit  of  faith,  within  us  live, 

i.\nd  strike  the  crowd  with  fixt  amaze  ; 

Open  our  mouths,  and  utterance  give 
To  publish  our  Redeemers  praise  : 

To  testify  the  Grace  of  God, 

To-day  as  yesterday  the  same. 
And  spread  through  all  the  earth  abroad 

The  w^onders  wrought  by  Jesu's  Name. 


SnVNEJ^S,    YOUR  HEARTS  LIFT   UI\  89 


SINNERS,    YOUR   HEARTS    LIFT    UP. 

Another  from  the  same  source. 

OINNERS,  your  hearts  lift  up, 
^^     Partakers  of  your  hope  ! 
This  the  Day  of  Pentecost : 

Ask,  and  ye  shall  all  receive  : 
Surely  now  the  Holy  Ghost 
God  to  all  that  ask  shall  give. 

Ye  all  may  freely  take 
The  Grace  for  Jesu's  sake  : 
He  for  every  man  hath  died, 
He  for  all  hath  rose  again  ; 
Jesus  now  is  glorified, 

Gifts  He  hath  received  for  men. 

He  sends  them  from  the  skies 
On  all  His  enemies  : 
By  His  Cross  He  now  hath  led 

Captive  our  captivity  : 
We  shall  all  be  free  indeed, 

Christ  the  Son  shall  make  us  free. 

Blessings  on  all  He  pours 
In  never-ceasing  showers ; 
All  He  waters  from  above. 

Offers  all  His  joy  and  peace, 
Settled  comfort,  perfect  love. 
Everlasting  righteousness. 


90  THE   STORY  OF  PENTECOST 

All  ma}'  from  Him  receive 
A  power  to  turn  and  live  ; 
Grace  for  every  soul  is  free ; 

All  may  hear  the  effectual  call : 
All  the  Li<{ht  of  Life  mav  see  ; 
All  may  feel  He  died  for  all. 

Drop  down  in  showers  of  love, 
Ye  heavens  from  above  ! 
Righteousness,  ye  skies,  pour  down  ! 

Open,  earth,  and  take  it  in ; 
Claim  the  Spirit  for  your  own, 
Sinners,  and  be  saved  from  sin  ! 

Father,  behold  we  claim 
The  Gift  in  Jesu's  name  ! 
Him,  the  promised  Comforter, 

Into  all  our  spirits  pour ; 
Let  Him  fix  His  mansion  here. 
Come,  and  never  leave  us  more. 


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LET    SONGS    OF    PRAISES    FILL    THE    SKY. 

Thomas  Cotterill,  1779-1S23;  perpetual  curate  of  St.  Paul's,  SheffieM.  He 
published  a  Selection  of  Psalms  and  Hymns,  the  chief  ediiion  of  which,  1S19,  con- 
tains this. 

T    ET  songs  of  praises  fill  the  sky  : 
■*-^     Christ,  our  ascended  Lord, 
Sends  down  His  Spirit  from  on  high, 

According  to  His  word  : 
All  hail  the  day  of  Pentecost, 
The  cominjx  of  the  Holv  Ghost ! 

O  ml 


* 


THERE   WAS  A    LOWLY  UPPER  ROOM.       ^l 

The  Spirit,  by  His  heavenly  breath, 

New  life  creates  within  ; 
He  quickens  sinners  from  the  death 

Of  trespasses  and  sin  : 
All  hail  the  day  of  Pentecost, 
The  coming  of  the  Holy  Ghost ! 

The  things  of  Christ  the  Spirit  takes, 

And  show^s  them  unto  men  ; 
The  fallen  soul  His  temple  makes ; 

God's  image  stamps  again  : 
All  hail  the  day  of  Pentecost, 
The  coming  of  the  Holy  Ghost ! 

Come,  Holy  Spirit,  from  above. 

With  Thy  celestial  fire ; 
Come,  and  with  flames  of  zeal  and  love 

Our  hearts  and  tongues  inspire  ! 
Be  this  our  day  of  Pentecost, 
The  coming  of  the  Holy  Ghost ! 

THERE   WAS    A    LOWLY    UPPER    ROOM. 

Cecil  Fraxces  Alexander,  wife  of  the  present  Bishop  of  Deny.     From  her 
Verses  for  Holy  Seasons,  1840  (?). 

'TPHERE  w'as  a  little  lowly  upper  room 
^       Within  the  walls  of  proud  Jerusalem, 
Where  met  a  few  poor  men  in  grief  and  gloom, 
Talking  of  Him  who  once  had  w^alked  with  them. 


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THE  STORY  OF  PENTECOST. 


There  came  a  sound  as  of  a  rushing  wind, 

And  tilled  up  all  the  place  where  they  were  met, 

And  flaming  figures  of  unwonted  kind, 

Like  tongues  of  fire,  upon  each  brow  were  set. 

That  was  the  Promise  of  the  Father,  come 

To  them  who  waited,  mourning  for  their  Lord  ; 

And  the  closed  lips,  that  were  so  dead  and  dumb, 
Are  loosed  at  once  to  speak  His  precious  Word. 

Then  all  the  strangers  from  afar,  who  came 

From  Asian  shores,  from  Europe's  fairer  strands. 

From  Afric's  deserts,  w^ondering  heard  His  Name 
In  the  dear  language  of  their  native  lands. 

Not  now  in  form  distinct  of  flaming  light 

Comes  that  great  Spirit  on  our  earth  to  dwell. 

But,  like  the  strong  wind  whispering  at  night, 
Its  mighty  impulse  is  invisible. 

Yet  to  the  lowly  and  obedient  heart 

In  gentleness  and  might  its  breath  shall  come, 
Bidding  the  Christian  choose  the  better  part, 

Stirrino[-  with  thoucrht  of  his  eternal  Home. 

O  Lord  ascended  !  from  Thy  glory's  throne, 
On  Thy  baptized  children  kneeling  lowly, 

Look  down  in  mercy  !  we  were  made  Thine  own  ; 
Give  our  poor  hearts  Thy  Spirit  strong  and  holy. 


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THE  DA  Y  OF  PENTECOST.  93 


THE    DAY    OF    PENTECOST. 


Archer  Thompson  Gurney:  born  1820:  chaplain  in  Paris,  and  author  of  many 
works,  poetical  and  other.     From  Lyra  Messianica,  1864. 


T 


HE  Day  of  Pentecost, 
When  down  the  Holy  Spirit  came, 


And  sat  like  cloven  tongues  of  flame 
On  the  Apostles'  host : 

The  Day  of  Pentecost, 
When  first  in  all  His  wondrous  power 
Himself,  as  everlasting  Dower, 

Bestowed  the  Holy  Ghost : 

The  Day  of  Pentecost, 
When  that  amazing  boon  was  given 
By  which  on  earth  we  dwell  in  Heaven, 

And  joy  w^hen  stricken  most : 

The  Day  of  Pentecost, 
When  that  celestial  Grace  was  won 
By  which  alone  we  reach  the  Son, 

And  count  His  Cross  our  boast : 

The  Day  of  Pentecost 
Has  dawned  again  our  souls  to  cheer  : 
Then  bring  us  all  to  Jesus  near, 

O  God  the  Holv  Ghost ! 


94  THE  STORY  OF  PENTECOST. 

ONCE   THE   DEWS    OF    NIGHT    HAVE    SHED. 

Eliza  Humphreys.     Metrical  Collects,  1S56. 


O 


iNCE  the  soft  dews  of  night  have  shed 
Their  influence  on  earth's  fertile  bed, 
Since  the  Pentecostal  Light, 
With  its  fiery  glory  bright. 
Descended  on  the  souls  who  with  such  glad  accord 
Waited  in  faith  the  promise  of  their  Lord. 

Day  of  joy,  of  high  remembrance, 
In  our  souls  renew  thy  fragrance ; 
Thoughts  of  Thee,  O  Paraclete  ! 
Exalted  meditations  sweet. 
Be  like  the  holy  oil  on  Aaron's  garments  poured. 
Like  choicest  perfume  in  frail  vessels  stored. 

With  conscious  life  our  souls  surround. 
Plead  in  us  with  Thy  sacred  sound  ; 
Evermore  may  we  rejoice 
In  that  still  sweet  inward  voice, 
Calling  our  souls  to  God,  by  every  outward  sign, 
All  earthly  things  wearing  a  hue  divine. 

Gilding  all  duties  with  Thy  light, 
Like  floating  clouds  at  sunset  bright. 
Earthly  burdens  lose  their  weight. 
Mourners  dwell  not  desolate, 
Sinners  all  penitent  the  coming  radiance  own, 
The  rainbow  light  divine  from  Jesu's  throne  ! 


CHRIST   OUR   SUN^  ON  US  AROSE. 


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Ascended  Saviour  !  great  Thy  Love, 
Sending  the  Spirit  from  above  : 
Thou  livest,  reignest  glorious, 
O'er  every  foe  victorious, 
Thou  ever  good  and  gracious  promise-keeping  Lord, 
With  Father,  Spirit,  Trinity  adored  ! 


^'i^C-o 


CHRIST   OUR   SUN    ON    US   AROSE. 


Dr.  Richard  F.  Littledale.     From   The  People's  Hymnal,   1S67.     There  it 
lias  an  Alleluia  after  each  line. 


/^^HRIST  our  Sun  on  us  arose, 
^^     From  His  glory  fled  our  foes. 
Christ  our  Sun  from  us  is  gone, 
And  our  hearts  were  faint  and  wan. 
Thirsty  yearned  we  for  His  Grace, 
Weary  watched  we  for  His  face. 
While  the  bare  and  lonely  shrine 
Waited  for  the  Guest  divine. 


Joy  hath  come  to  earth  again ; 
Downward  poured  the  Spirit's  rain ; 
And  the  rushing  Wind  of  might 
Swept  away  the  clouds  of  night. 
She  whom  weary  years  before 
In  His  Love  He  hovered  o'er. 
Mother,  Daughter,  Spouse  of  God, 
Chants  anew  her  song  of  laud  : 


96  THE  STORY  OF  PENTECOST. 

And  the  Apostolic  choir, 
Glowing  with  the  tongues  of  fire, 
Clearer  now  and  joyous  raise 
Christ  their  Monarch's  endless  praise. 
He  hath  let  His  Bre-ath  go  forth 
And  renewed  the  face  of  earth, 
Bid  the  brook  a  river  be. 
And  the  river  made  a  sea. 

From  the  snows  where  Scythians  toil 
To  Cyrene's  thirsty  soil, 
From  the  Indian's  distant  home 
To  the  gates  of  mighty  Rome, 
Alleluia  !  raise  the  song, 
Raise  it  high,  and  raise  it  long, 
To  the  Father  and  the  Word 
And  the  Spirit,  God  adored. 

Alleluia ! 

ONE   THE    DESCENDING  FLAME. 

John  Keble:   1792-1S66:  Vicar  of  Ilursley.     Yxom  Lyra  Innocentium,  1S46. 
"The  promise  is  unto  you  and  to  your  children." 

/^NE  the  descending  Flame, 
^-^     But  many  were  the  tongues  of  fire  ; 
From  one  bright  Heaven  they  came, 
But  here  and  there  in  many  a  spire  ; 
In  many  a  living  line  they  sped 
To  rest  on  each  anointed  head. 
There,  as  yon  stars  in  clearest  deep  of  night. 
The  glory- crowns  shone  out  in  many-colored  light. 


ONE    THE  DESCENDING  FLAME.  97 

One  the  dread  rushing  Wind, 
But  many  were  the  tones  of  praise, 

Love  guiding  each  to  find 
His  way  in  Music's  awful  maze. 
Man}^  the  tongues,  the  theme  was  one, 
The  glory  of  the  Incarnate  Son, 
How  He  was  born,  how  died,  how  reigns  in  Heaven, 
And  how  His  Spirit  now  to  His  new-born  is  given. 

Joined  in  that  choral  cry 
Were  all  estates,  all  tribes  of  earth  : 

Only  sweet  infancy 
Seemed  silent  in  the  adoring  mirth. 
Mothers  and  maiden  there  behold 
The  Maiden  Mother  :  young  and  old 
On  apostolic  thrones  with  joy  discern 
Both  fresh  and  faded  forms,  skilled  for  all  hearts  to 
yearn. 

Widows  from  Galilee, 
Levites  are  there,  and  elders  sage 

Of  high  and  low  degree  ; 
But  naught  we  read  of  that  sweet  age 
Which  in  His  strong  embrace  He  took, 
And  sealed  it  safe,  by  word  and  look. 
From  earth's  foul  dews,  and  withering  airs  of  hell : 
The  Pentecostal  chant  no  infant  warblincrs  swell. 

o 

Nay,  but  she  worships  here. 
Whom  still  the  Church  in  memory  sees 

(O  thought  to  mothers  dear) 
Before  her  Babe  on  bended  knees, 
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98  THE  STORY  OF  PENTECOST 

Or  rapt,  with  fond  adoring  eye, 

In  her  sweet  nursing  ministry. — 
How  in  Christ's  anthem  fails  the  children's  part, 
While  Mary  bears   Him  throned   in   her   maternal 
heart? 

Hear  too  that  shepherd's  voice, 
Whom  o'er  His  lambs  the  Saviour  set 

By  words  of  awful  choice. 
When  on  the  shore  His  saints  He  met. 
Blest  Peter  shows  the  key  of  Heaven, 
And  speaks  the  grace  to  infants  given : 
"Yours  is  the  promise,  and  your  babes',  and  all. 
Whom  from  all  lands  afar  the  Lord  our  God  shall 
call." 


WHEN  GOD    OF   OLD   CAME   DOWN. 

John  Keble.     From  The  Christian  Year,  1827. 

"IT  T'HEN  God  of  old  came  down  from  Heaven, 

^  ^      In  power  and  wrath  He  came ; 
Before  His  feet  the  clouds  were  riven. 
Half  darkness  and  half  flame  : 

Around  the  trembling  mountain's  base 

The  prostrate  people  lay  : 
A  da}^  of  wrath,  and  not  of  grace ; 

A  dim  and  dreadful  day. 


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WHEN  GOD   OF  OLD   CAME  DOWN. 


99 


But  when  He  came  the  second  time, 
He  came  in  power  and  love ; 

Softer  than  gale  at  morning  prime 
Hovered  His  holy  Dove. 

The  fires,  that  rushed  on  Sinai  down 

In  sudden  torrents  dread, 
Now  gently  light,  a  glorious  crown, 

On  every  sainted  head. 

Like  arrows  went  those  lightnings  forth 
Winged  with  the  smner's  doom, 

But  these,  like  tongues,  o'er  all  the  earth 
Proclaiming  life  to  come. 

And  as  on  Israel's  awe-struck  ear 

The  voice  exceeding  loud, 
The  trump,  that  angels  quake  to  hear, 

Thrilled  from  the  deep,  dark  cloud  : 

So,  when  the  Spirit  of  our  God 
Came  down  His  flock  to  find, 

A  voice  from  Heaven  was  heard  abroad, 
A  rushing,  mighty  wind. 


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Nor  doth  the  outward  ear  alone 

At  that  high  warning  start : 
Conscience  gives  back  the  appalling  tone  ; 

'Tis  echoed  in  the  heart. 


lOO  THE  STORY  OF  PENTECOST. 

It  fills  the  Church  of  God  ;  It  fills 
The  sinful  world  around  ; 

Only  in  stubborn  hearts  and  wills 
No  place  for  It  is  found. 

To  other  strains  our  souls  are  set : 

A  giddy  whirl  of  sin 
Fills  ear  and  brain,  and  will  not  let 

Heaven's  harmonies  come  in. 


Come  Lord,  come  Wisdom,  Love,  and  Power; 

Open  our  ears  to  hear ; 
Let  us  not  miss  the  accepted  hour ; 

Save,  Lord,  by  love  or  fear. 


Ji*:c 


DAY   DIVINE!   WHEN   SUDDEN   STREAMING. 


Thomas  H.  Gill;  a  living  English  layman.     This  double  hymn  was  written  in 
1850,  and  printed  in  1853,  and  again  in  his  Golden  Chain  of  Praise,  1869. 


"T^AY  divine  !  when  sudden  streaming 
-*-^     To  the  Lord's  fir.^t  lovers  came 
Glory  new  and  treasure  teeming, 

Mighty  gifts  and  tongues  of  fiame  ! 
Day  to  happy  souls  commended. 

When  the  Holy  Ghost  was  given, 
When  the  Comforter  descended. 

And  brought  down  the  joy  of  Heaven  ! 


I 


THE   SPIRITS  BEST  GIFTS.  lOI 

Lord,  to-day  Thy  people  learneth 
No  past  wonder,  no  strange  tale ; 

Lord,  to-day  Thy  people  yearneth 
Here  the  Holy  Ghost  to  hail ! 

O'er  again  to  write  this  story 
.  Oar  weak  trembling  souls  aspire  : 

Unto  us  may  come  the  glory, 
Full  on  us  may  fall  the  fire  ! 

Hath  the  Holy  Ghost  been  holden 

By  those  ancient  saints  alone? 
Only  may  the  ages  olden 

Call  the  Comforter  their  own? 
Ah,  their  portion  we  inherit, 

Ours  the  sorrow,  ours  the  sin  : 
We  beseech  the  Holy  Spirit ; 

We  the  Comforter  would  win. 


II. 
THE    SPIRIT'S    BEST    GIFTS. 

^"\  yOULD  the  Spirit  more  completely 

^  ^      Make  abode  with  saints  of  old? 
Would  the  Comforter  more  sweetly 

Thy  first  lovers.  Lord,  enfold? 
Wonders  we  may  not  inherit ; 

Signs  and  tongues  we  do  not  crave ; 
Yet  we  still  receive  the  Spirit, 

Still  the  Comforter  we  have. 


I02  THE  STORY  OF  PENTECOST. 

Still  are  given  His  gifts  most  precious ; 

Open  lies  His  richest  store : 
We  may  win  His  Grace  most  gracious, 

We  His  deepest  deep  explore  ! 
Signs  most  glorious,  all  excelling. 

Witness  brightest  we  may  show  ; 
Sure  the  Holy  Ghost  is  dwelling 

With  the  souls  that  holier  grow. 

Hope  that  makes  ashamed  never. 

Perfect  peace  that  passeth  thought, 
Mighty  joy  that  stayeth  ever. 

Love  divine  that  changeth  not ; 
Such  the  gifts  that  still  are  given, 

Such  the  glory  we  may  boast : 
Help  us.  Lord,  to  this  pure  Heaven 

Breathe  on  us  the  Holy  Ghost. 


PART     III. 


THE   FRUITS    OF   THE   SPIRIT, 


And  Thou  Thy  Spirit  dost  bestow 

To  hallow  all  our  life  to  Thee, 
To  pour  clear  light  on  all  below, 

And  give  the  blinded  power  to  see. 
Thou  Comforter  from  age  to  age 

Of  all  the  weary,  all  who  weep ; 

Whose  peace  within  us  true  and  deep 
Is  earnest  of  our  heritage  : 

Hearken,  my  spirit  cries  to  Thee, 

Spirit  of  Love,  O  love  Thou  me  ! 

Philip  Frederic  Hiller  (1699-1769). 

To  God  the  Spirit's  Name 

Immortal  worship  give, 
Whose  new-creating  power 
Makes  the  dead  sinner  live  : 
His  work  completes  the  great  design, 
And  fills  the  soul  with  joy  divine. 

Watts,  1709. 

Wonder-working  Spirit !  Thine 

The  efficacious  Grace  we  sing : 
Set  on  us  Thy  seal  divine, 

Safely  to  Thy  kingdom  bring : 
Mortify  each  sinful  deed. 

Daily  strengthen  every  grace  ; 
Lead  us,  urge  us  on  with  speed, 

And  let  glory  crown  the  race  ! 

John  Ryland,  1796. 


/^  Thou  Author  of  sanctification,  Spirit  of  love  and  truth, 
^-^  I  adore  Thee  as  the  Origin  of  my  eternal  welfare,  I  thank 
Thee  as  the  Sovereign  Dispenser  of  the  benefits  that  I  receive 
from  on  high  ;  and  I  invoke  Thee  as  the  source  of  the  light  and 
strength  which  is  necessary  to  me  to  know  good  and  to  practise 
it.  O  Spirit  of  light  and  strength,  enlighten  my  understanding, 
strengthen  my  will,  purify  my  heart,  rule  all  the  movements 
thereof,  and  make  me  docile  to  all  Thy  inspirations.  Pardon  me, 
Spirit  of  grace  and  mercy  :  pardon  my  continual  unfaithfulness, 
and  the  wretched  blindness  with  which  I  have  so  repulsed  the 
gentlest,  and  the  most  powerful  impulses  of  Thy  Grace.  I  desire 
by  the  aid  of  this  same  Grace  to  cease  from  being  rebellious  to 
it,  and  henceforth  to  follow  its  movements  with  such  docihty, 
that  I  may  taste  the  fruits  and  enjoy  the  blessings  which  Thy 
sacred  gifts  produce  in  the  soul.  To  Thee,  with  the  Father  and 
the  Son,  be  all  glory  forever.     Amen. 

/"^OME,  then,  O  Holy  Spirit,  come;  come,  O  come,  most 
^^  merciful  Comforter  ;  come,  Thou  blessed  Paraclete  ;  come. 
Thou  celestial  Fire  ;  come.  Thou  Purifier  of  sins,  Thou  Healer 
of  wounds  ;  come.  Thou  Upholder  of  the  falling.  Thou  Lifter-up 
of  the  fallen  ;  come.  Thou  Teacher  of  the  humble.  Thou  De- 
stroyer of  the  proud ;  come.  Thou  Friend  of  the  friendless, 
Hope  of  the  hopeless.  Consoler  of  the  sorrowful.  Haven  of  the 
weary,  Physician  of  the  sick  ;  come.  Thou  Glory  of  the  hving, 
Only  Salvation  of  the  dying  !  Come,  O  most  holy,  thrice  holy, 
Holy  Ghost,  come,  and  have  pity  on  me  ;  anoint  and  bless 
me  ;  direct  me  and  defend  me  ;  strengthen  me,  and  comfort  me  ; 
confirm  me,  and  gladden  me  ;  fit  me  for  Thyself;  and  having 
made  me  fit,  dwell  in  me  forever  ;  and  grant  that  my  little- 
ness may  be  acceptable  to  Thy  Greatness,  my  weakness  to 
Thy  Strength,  according  to  the  multitude  of  Thy  compassion  ; 
through  Jesus  Christ  our  Saviour,  Who  with  the  Father  liveth 
and  reigneth  in  Thy  Unity  for  ever  and  ever.     Amen. 


THE   FRUITS    OF   THE    SPIRIT. 


BUT   WHO    SHALL   COMFORT? 

From  The  Name  of  Jesus,  and  other  Verses,  for  tJie  Sick  and  Lowly,  2d  edition, 
1862:  Charlotte  M,  Noel.  But  part  of  the  poem  is  given  here:  the  first  three 
verses  are  omitted,  and  the  last  six  appear  elsewhere  in  this  volume.  It  has  this 
heading,  i  Cor.  xii.  3:  "No  man  can  say  that  Jesus  is  the  Lord  but  by  the  Holy 
Ghost." 

"  T3UT  who  shall  comfort  now  that  He  is  gone, 
-*-^     And   keep    in    our   remembrance  what    He 
taught? 
Moulding  our  acts  as  He  would  have  them  done, 
Cleansing  the  springs  of  action  and  of  thought?" 

Ten  days  past  on  before  the  answer  came. 
Ten  slow  expectant  days  of  ceaseless  prayer ; 

Then  a  swift  rushing  wind  and  tonorues  of  flame 
The  Presence  of  an  unseen  Power  declare. 

He  Who  of  old  within  the  triple  Life 

Of  the  Eternal  Godhead  moved  and  wrought, 

And  from  Earth's  darkness  and  chaotic  strife 
A  world  of  perfect  good  and  order  brought ; 

He  Who  by  perfect  fellowship  abode 

In  the  Humanity  of  God's  own  Son, 
From  thence  descends  mysteriously  endowed 

With  power  to  help  and  heal  us  one  by  one. 


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THE  FRUITS   OF  THE  SFHHT. 


He  is  the  Spirit  of  the  Son  indeed, 

Co-equal  in  humility  and  Love, 
In  that  strong  patience  that  can  mourn  and  bleed, 

But  never  from  the  soul  it  loves  remove. 

For  eighteen  hundred  years  has  He  remained 
Quickening,  transforming,  working  as  He  will ; 

Quenched,  scorned,  forgotten,  limited,  and  pained, 
He  in  His  meekness  lingers  with  us  still. 

All  growth  in  wisdom,  all  pure  Love's  increase. 
All  noble  daring  and  endurance  meek, 

All  battles  for  the  Truth,  all  sighs  for  Peace, 
The  Presence  of  the  Comforter  bespeak. 

We  seem  divided,  scattered,  and  alone. 

With  sounds  of  strife  the  tranquil  Heavens  ring  : 

Meanwhile  He  binds  us  all  and  every  one 
In  bonds  of  growing  union  to  our  King. 

We  pray  for  holiness,  then  deepl}'  sin  ; 

Now  we  presume,  then  angrily  despair ; 
He  bears  our  wilfulness,  He  pleads  within 

Unuttered  moans  that  never  thrill  the  air. 

His  Breath  too  stirs  all  prayer  that  doth  rejoice 
To  rise  like  incense  to  the  Central  Sun ; 

All  praise  is  the  intoning  of  His  Voice, 

Swelling  from  whispers  in  the  heart  begun. 


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JEHOVAH,   LET  ME  NOW  ADORE    THEE.     109 


DIR,    DIR,   JEHOVAH,    WILL   ICH    SINGEN. 

Bartholomew  Crasselius,  1677-1724:  a  pupil  of  Franke,  afterwards  pastor  at 
Nidden  and  Diisseldorf.  He  wrote  but  nine  hymns.  The  date  of  this  is  1697.  Trans- 
lation by  Catharine  Winkwokth,  Chorale  Book^  1862. 

TEHOVAH,  let  me  now  adore  Thee, 
^     For  where  is  there  a  God  such,  Lord,  as  Thou? 
With  songs  I  fain  would  come  before  Thee ; 
O  let  Thy  Spirit  deign  to  teach  me  now 
To  praise  Thee  in  His  Name,  through  Whom  alone 
Our  songs  can  please  Thee,  through  Thy  blessed 
Son. 

Yes,  draw  me  to  the  Son,  O  Father, 
That  so  the  Son  may  draw  me  up  to  Thee. 

Let  every  power  within  me  gather. 
To  own  Thy  sway,  O  Spirit ;  rule  in  me, 
That  so  the  peace  of  God  may  in  me  dwell. 
And  I  may  sing  for  joy  and  praise  Thee  well. 

Grant  me  Thy  Spirit :  then  my  praises 
Will  sound  aright,  no  jarring  tone  or  word  : 

Sweet  are  the  songs  the  heart  then  raises, 
Then  I  can  pray  in  truth  and  spirit.  Lord  : 
Thy  Spirit  bears  mine  up  on  eagle's  wing, 
To  join  the  psalms  the  heavenly  choirs  now  sing. 

For  He  can  plead  for  me  with  sighings 
That  are  unutterable  to  lips  like  mine ; 

He  bids  me  pray  with  earnest  cryings. 
Bears  witness  with  my  soul  that  I  am  Thine, 


no  THE  FRUITS   OF  THE  SPIRIT. 

Co-heir  with  Christ,  and  thus  may  dare  to  say, 
O  Abba  Father,  hear  me  when  I  pray. 

When  thus  Thy  Spirit  in  me  burneth. 
And  makes  this  cry  to  break  from  out  my  heart, 

Thy  heart,  O  Father,  toward  me  yearneth, 
And  longs  all  precious  blessings  to  impart ; 
Thy  ready  Love  rejoiceth  to  fulfil 
The  prayer  breathed  out  according  to  Thy  will. 

And  what  Thy  Spirit  thus  hath  taught  me 
To  seek  from  Thee,  must  needs  be  such  a  prayer 

As  Thou  wilt  grant,  through  Him  who  bought  me 
And  raised  me  up  to  be  Thy  child  and  heir : 
In  Jesu's  name  fearless  I  seek  Thy  face. 
And  take  from  Thee,  my  Father,  grace  for  grace. 

0  joy  !  our  hope  and  trust  are  founded 
On  His  sure  Word  and  witness  in  the  heart : 

1  know  Thy  mercies  are  unbounded, 
And  all  good  gifts  Thou  freely  wilt  impart. 
Nay,  more  is  lavished  by  Thy  bounteous  Hand 
Than  w^e  can  ask  or  seek  or  understand. 

0  joy  !  in  His  Name  we  draw  near  Thee, 
Who  ever  pleadeth  for  the  sons  of  men  : 

1  ask  in  faith,  and  Thou  wilt  hear  me. 
In  Him  Thy  promises  are  all  Amen. 

O  joy  for  me  !  and  praise  be  ever  Thine, 
Whose  wondrous   Love   has  made   such  blessings 
mine ! 


HIS  HOLY  SPIRIT  D WELLE TH  III 


HIS    HOLY   SPIRIT    DWELLETH. 


Paul  Gerhardt,  1606-1676 :  part  of  a  hymn  of  fifteen  verses  {Isi  Gott/ur  mich, 
so  irete).  Translation  by  Richard  Massie,  1856.  These  verses  are  the  7th,  8th,  and 
9th  of  Gerhardt,  and  the  4th,  5th,  and  6th  of  Massie's  version. 


TTIS  Holy  Spirit  dwelleth 

Within  my  willing  heart, 
Tames  it  when  it  rebelleth, 

And  soothes  the  keenest  smart. 
He  crowns  His  work  with  blessing, 

And  helpeth  me  to  cry 
"My  Father  !"  without  ceasing 

To  Him  who  dwells  on  high. 

And  w^hen  my  soul  is  lying 

Weak,  trembling,  and  opprest, 
He  pleads  with  groans  and  sighing 

That  cannot  be  exprest ; 
But  God's  quick  eye  discerns  them. 

Although  they  give  no  sound, 
And  into  language  turns  them, 

Even  in  the  heart's  deep  ground. 

To  mine  His  Spirit  speaketh 

Sweet  words  of  soothing  power. 
How  God  to  him  that  seeketh 

For  rest,  hath  rest  in  store. 
There  God  Himself  prepareth 

My  heritage  and  lot. 
And  though  my  body  weareth, 

My  heaven  shall  fail  me  not. 


112 


THE  FRUITS  OF  THE  SPIRIT. 


WACH   AUF,   DU  GEIST  DER  ERSTEN  ZEUGEN. 

Charles  Hhnry  von  Bogatzky,  1690-1774:  author  of  411  hymns,  and  of  the 
&mous  Golden  Treasury.  This  one,  which  has  in  the  original  fourteen  verses,  was 
published  in  1749,  with  the  title,  "A  Prayer  to  the  Lord  to  send  faithful  laborers  into 
His  harvest,  that  His  Word  may  be  spread  all  over  the  world."  "  It  was  composed," 
says  the  author,  "  at  a  time  when  the  Lord  especially  stirred  him  up  to  pray  for  the 
extension  of  His  kingdom  through  faithful  laborers."  It  is  "much  sung  at  missionary 
meetings  in  Germany."     Translated  by  Miss  Winkworth,  1855. 

A  WAKE,  Thou  Spirit,  who  of  old 
"^  ^  Didst  fire  the  watchmen  of  the  Church's  youth, 

Who  faced  the  foe,  unshrinking,  bold. 
Who  witnessed  day  and  night  the  eternal  Truth, 
Whose  voices  throuoj-h  the  world  are  rinj^inor  still, 
And  bringing  hosts  to  know  and  do  Thy  Will ! 

O  that  Thy  fire  were  kindled  soon. 
That  swift  from  land  to  land  its  flame  might  leap ! 

Lord,  give  us  but  this  priceless  boon 
Of  faithful  servants,  fit  for  Thee  to  reap 
The  harvest  of  the  soul :  look  down  and  view 
How  great  the  harvest,  yet  the  laborers  few. 

Lord,  let  our  earnest  prayer  be  heard. 
The  prayer  Thy  Son  Himself  hath  bid  us  pray  ; 

For  lo  !  Thy  children's  hearts  are  stirred 
In  every  land  in  this  our  darkening  day, 
To  cry  for  help  with  fervent  soul  to  Thee  ; 
O  hear  us,  Lord,  and  speak,  Thus  let  it  be  ! 

O  haste  to  help  ere  we  are  lost ! 
Send  forth  evangelists,  in  spirit  strong. 

Armed  with  Thy  Word,  a  dauntless  host, 
Bold  to  attack  the  rule  of  ancient  wrong ; 


AWAKE,    THOU  SPIRIT.  II3 

And  let  them  all  the  earth  for  Thee  reclaim, 
To  be  Thy  kingdom,  and  to  know  Thy  Name. 

Would  there  were  help  within  our  walls  ! 
O  let  Thy  promised  Spirit  come  again. 

Before  whom  every  barrier  falls, 
And  ere  the  night  once  more  shine  forth  as  then  ! 
O  rend  the  heavens  and  make  Thy  presence  felt ! 
The  chains  that  bind  us  at  Thy  touch  would  melt. 

And  let  Thy  Word  have  speedy  course, 
Through  every  land  the  Truth  be  glorified, 

Till  all  the  heathen  know  its  force. 
And  gather  to  Thy  churches  far  and  wide. 
And  waken  Israel  from  her  sleep,  O  Lord ! 
Thus  bless  and  spread  the  conquests  of  Thy  Word  ! 

The  Church's  desert  paths  restore. 
That  stumbling  blocks  which  long  in  them  have 
lain 

May  hinder  now  Thy  Word  no  more  ; 
Destroy  false  doctrine,  root  out  notions  vain  : 
Set  free  from  hirelings,  let  the  Church  and  school 
Bloom  as  a  garden  'neath  Thy  prospering  rule. 


114  THE  FRUITS  OF  THE  SPIRIT. 


DEAR   DOVE,   THY   PRISONER   MAY   I    BE! 


Faithful  Teate.  Ter  Tria,  or  the  Doctrine  of  tJte  Three  Sacred  Persons, 
Father,  Son^  and  Spirit ;  1669.  I  take  this  through  the  great  Moravian  Collection 
of  1754.  Rude  as  the  verses  are,  they  contain  ideas  enough  to  furnish  a  dozea 
modern  hymns. 


TRvEAR  Dove,  Thy  prisoner  may  I  be  ! 
■^^     Bondage  is  like  to  be  my  state, 
If  to  myself  Thou  leav'st  me  free  : 
He's  free,  whom  Thou  dost  captivate. 

With  the  Lord's  Spirit  is  liberty  : 
No  man  can  say,  Jesus  the  Lord, 

But  by  the  Spirit,  or  can  cry 

Abba,  till  Thou  teach  him  that  word. 

I  long  had  been  a  stammerer. 

Could  not  pronounce  the  Shibboleth 

That  might  my  prayer  to  God  endear, 

Till  the  free  Spirit  gave  speech  and  breath. 

I  was  in  suit,  nor  could  make  good 
My  title  :  but  said  this  free  Spirit, 

"Soul,  take  this  seal,  the  seal  of  blood; 
I'm  Witness  that  thou  shalt  inherit." 

Ere  now  I  read,  but  what  was  next 

I  always  stupidly  forgot : 
I  found  a  riddle  in  each  text ; 

But  this  good  Spirit  loosed  the  knot. 


THY  PRISONER  MA  Y  I  BE  !     1 15 

Surely  this  Spirit  of  spirits  framed 
That  Book  of  books,  my  Bible  dear; 

A  thing  that  all  things  can  be  named  ; 
Food,  physic,  pleasure,  wealth  are  here. 

A  Book  that  makes  the  simple  wise ; 

A  Book  that  proves  the  wisest  fools ; 
A  Book  that  helps  the  reader's  eyes ; 

A  Book  that  baffles  all  the  schools. 

It  told  my  story  ere  I  was ; 

It  tells  me  also  what  shall  be 
When  I'm  no  more ;  what  doom  shall  pass 

On  persons,  churches,  states,  and  me. 

My  barren  ground  oft  called  for  rain, 

Gasping  to  Heaven  for  a  flood ; 
This  Spirit  but  flowed  in  amain, 

And  I  was  filled  with  all  that's  good. 

He  in  mine  heart  doth  shed  abroad 
God's  dear  and  never-dying  Love ; 

Yet  scarce  a  day,  but  His  sharp  rod 
Doth  me  in  faithfulness  reprove. 

This  tender  Spirit  who  would  grieve? 

If  I  my  Comforter  make  sad, 
Who  only  can  sad  hearts  relieve, 

Alas,  my  God,  who'll  make  me  glad? 


Il6  THE  FRUITS  OF  THE  SPIRIT. 

**Man,  follow  thy  own  native  light/' 
Say  some,  "And  thou  shalt  perfect  be  ! 

Perfect,  indeed,  like  noon  of  night  I 
Lord,  in  Thy  Spirit's  Light  lead  me. 


>J*ic 


A    SONG   OF    PRAISE    FOR  JOY   IN   THE 
HOLY   GHOST. 


John  Masok  :  died  1694 :  rector  of  Water- Stratford,  Bucks,  and  one  of  the  most 
delightful  of  our  early  poets,  remarkable  for  intense  devotion  and  an  agreeable  antique 
simplicity  of  style.  His  33  Sofigs  of  Praise,  with  a  few  others,  apj)eared  16S3,  passed 
through  several  editions,  were  then  forgotten,  revived  within  the  last  half-century,  and 
reprinted  by  Mr.  Daniel  Sedgwick,  the  London  hymnologist,  in  1S59. 


"\ /TY  soul  doth  magnify  the  Lord, 

"^^-^     My  spirit  doth  rejoice 

In  God,  my  Saviour  and  my  God ; 

I  hear  His  joyful  voice. 
I  need  not  go  abroad  for  joy, 

Who  have  a  feast  at  home ; 
My  sighs  are  turned  into  songs ; 

The  Comforter  is  come. 

Down  from  above  the  blessed  Dove 

Is  come  into  my  breast, 
To  witness  God's  eternal  Love ; 

This  is  m\'  heavenly  Feast. 
This  makes  me  Abba,  Father,  cry 

With  confidence  of  soul ; 
It  makes  me  cry.  My  Lord,  my  God, 

And  that  without  control. 


PRAISE  FOR  JOY  IN  THE  HOLY  GHOST.     1 17 

There  is  a  Stream  which  issues  forth 

From  God's  eternal  throne 
And  from  the  Lamb  ;  a  Hving  Stream, 

Clear  as  the  crystal  stone. 
The  Stream  doth  water  Paradise, 

It  makes  the  angels  sing : 
One  cordial  drop  revives  my  heart; 

Hence  all  my  joys  do  spring. 

Such  joys  as  are  unspeakable. 

And  full  of  glory  too  ; 
Such  hidden  manna,  hidden  pearls, 

As  worldlings  do  not  know. 
Eye  hath  not  seen,  nor  ear  hath  heard. 

From  fancy  'tis  concealed, 
What  Thou,  Lord,  hast  laid  up  for  Thine, 

And  hast  to  me  revealed. 

I  see  Thy  face,  I  hear  Thy  voice, 

I  taste  Thy  sweetest  Love  : 
My  soul  doth  leap  :  but  O  for  wings. 

The  wings  of  Noah's  dove  ! 
Then  should  I  flee  far  hence  away. 

Leaving  this  world  of  sin  : 
Then  should  my  Lord  put  forth  His  Hand, 

And  kindly  take  me  in. 

Then  should  my  soul  with  angels  feast 

On  joys  that  always  last : 
Blest  be  my  God,  the  God  of  joy. 

That  gives  me  here  a  taste. 


Iiy  THE  FRUITS  OF  THE  SPIRIT. 

THE    LOVE    OF   THE    SPIRIT   I    SING. 
Romans  xv.  30. 


John  Ryland,  D.D.,   1753-1S25:  a  distinguished  Baptist  minister,  and  author 
of  99  hymns.     This  was  written  in  1796. 


'T^HE  Love  of  the  Spirit  I  sing, 
-*■       By  whom  is  redemption  applied  ; 
Who  sinners  to  Jesus  can  bring, 

And  make  them  His  mystical  bride. 

'Tis  He  circumcises  their  hearts, 
Their  callousness  kindly  removes, 

Light,  lite,  and  affection  imparts 
To  those  that  so  freely  He  loves. 

He  opens  the  eyes  of  the  blind. 
The  beauties  of  Jesus  to  view ; 

He  changes  the  bent  of  the  mind. 
The  glory  of  God  to  pursue. 

The  stubbornest  will  He  can  bow. 
The  foes  that  dwell  in  us  restrain ; 

And  none  can  be  trodden  so  low. 
But  He  can  revive  them  again. 

His  blest  renovation  begun, 

He  dwells  in  the  hearts  of  His  saints ; 
Abandons  His  temple  to  none. 

Nor  e'er  of  His  calling  repents. 


THE  SPIRIT  IN  THE  HEART.  1 19 

Imprest  with  the  image  divine, 

The  souls  to  redemption  He  seals ; 

And  each  with  the  Saviour  shall  shine, 
With  glory  complete  He  reveals. 

How  constant  Thy  Love  I  believe, 
Which  steadfast -endures  to  the  end: 

Then  never,  my  soul,  may  I  grieve 
So  loving,  so  holy  a  Friend. 


>J^c 


THE    INFLUENCE    OF   THE    SPIRIT    OF    GOD 
IN    THE    HEART. 

John  xiv.  16,  17. 

Anne  Steele,  1716-177S:  daughter  of  a  Baptist  minister  at  Broughton,  in 
Hampshire,  and  an  invalid  throughout  Hfe.  She  was  a  thoroughly  devout  and  excel- 
lent woman,  and  after  a  mild  fashion  a  graceful  and  pleasing  poetess:  many  of  her 
hymns  are  still  popular.  They,  wrtt^  some  other  verses  and  a  few  prose  essays, 
appeared  under  the  signature  of  "Theodosia"  in  1760,  and  were  reprinted  in  three 
volumes,  Bristol,  1780;  in  two  volumes,  Boston,  1S08;  and  in  one  by  Mr.  Sedgwick, 
1863. 

T^Ex\R  Lord,  and  shall  Thy  Spirit  rest 
-*-^    In  such  a  wretched  heart  as  mine? 

Unworthy  dwelling  !  glorious  Guest ! 
Favor  astonishing,  divine  I 

When  sin  prevails  and  gloomy  fear, 
And  hope  almost  expires  in  night, 

Lord,  can  Thy  Spirit  then  be  here, 

Great  Spring  of  comfort,  life,  and  light? 


I20  THE  FRUITS  OF  THE  SPIRIT. 

Sure  the  blest  Comforter  is  nigh, 
'Tis  He  sustains  my  fainting  heart ; 

Else  would  my  hopes  for  ever  die, 
And  every  cheering  ray  depart. 

When  some  kind  promise  glads  my  soul, 
Do  I  not  find  His  healing  voice 

The  tempest  of  my  fears  control, 

And  bid  my  drooping  powers  rejoice? 

Whene'er  to  call  the  Saviour  mine 
With  ardent  wish  my  heart  aspires. 

Can  it  be  less  than  Power  divine 

Which  animates  these  strong  desires? 

What  less  than  Thy  almighty  word 

Can  raise  my  heart  from  earth  and  dust, 

And  bid  me  cleave  to  Thee,  my  Lord, 
My  Life,  my  Treasure,  and  my  Trust? 

And  when  my  cheerful  hope  can  say, 
"  I  love  my  God  and  taste  His  Grace," 

Lord,  is  it  not  Thy  blissful  ray 

Which  brings  this  dawn  of  sacred  peace? 

Let  Thy  kind  Spirit  in  my  heart 
For  ever  dwell,  O  God  of  Love ; 

And  light  and  heavenly  peace  impart, 
Sweet  earnest  of  the  joys  above. 


THE  SPIRIT  GRIEVED.  121 

TAKE    NOT   THY    HOLY   SPIRIT    FROM    ME. 
Psalm  li.  ii. 

John  Fawcett,  D.D.,  1739-1817:  a  Baptist  minister  at  Wainsgate,  and  author 
of  166  hymns,  whicli  appeared  1782,  and  again  in  1817.  Some  of  them  have  been 
popular.     He  was  a  good  man  and  a  laborious  pastor. 

*"  I  ^HE  God  of  grace  will  never  leave 

Or  cast  away  His  own  ; 
Yet  when  we  do  His  Spirit  grieve, 
His  comforts  are  withdrawn. 

If  we  His  sacred  motions  slight 

Or  disobey  His  voice, 
He  will  suspend  His  cheering  light 

And  soul-transporting  joys. 

When  pride  and  self  begin  to  swell, 

The  Comforter  departs  : 
The  high  and  lofty  One  will  dwell 

In  humble  broken  hearts. 

When  noisy  war  and  strife  abound 
We  grieve  the  peaceful  Dove  ; 

His  gracious  influence  is  found 
In  paths  of  truth  and  love. 

If  we  indulo-e  some  darlino;  sin 

Or  disregard  His  laws, 
His  succor  and  support  divine 

The  heavenly  Guest  withdraws. 


122  THE  FRUITS   OF   THE   SPIRIT. 

And  then,  alas  I  how  cold  and  dead 

Will  our  devotions  be  ! 
But,  Lord,  our  spirits  ever  dread 

To  be  tbrsook  by  Thee. 

O  leave  us  not  to  sin  a  prey, 
Nor  yet  to  Satan's  wiles  ; 

But  guide  us  in  Thy  heavenly  way 
And  cheer  us  with  Thy  smiles. 


LEADINGS    OF   THE   SPIRIT. 


Benjamin  Beddome,  1717-1795:  Baptist  minister  at  Bourton,  Gloucestershire, 
for  52  years.  His  hymns  were  published,  long  after  his  death,  by  Robert  Hall,  in 
1818.     This  is  the  origin  of  Hymn  210,  in  the  Prayer-Book  Collection. 


T^HAT  we  might  walk  with  God 
-*■       He  forms  our  hearts  anew  ; 
Takes  us,  like  Ephraim,  by  the  hand. 
And  teaches  us  to  go. 

He  by  His  Spirit  leads 

In  paths  before  unknown  ; 
The  work  to  be  performed  is  ours, 
The  strength  is  all  His  own. 

Assisted  by  His  Grace 
We  still  pursue  our  way, 
And  hope  at  last  to  reach  the  prize, 
Secure  in  endless  day. 


AWAY  WITH  OUR  FEARS  J 


123 


'Tis  Me  that  works  to  will, 
'Tis  He  that  works  to  do  : 
His  is  the  power  by  which  we  act, 
His  be  the  glory  too. 

AWAY   WITH    OUR    FEARS! 

Charles  Wesley  :  from  his  Hymtis  for  IVhit-Sunday^  1746. 


A  WAY  with  our  fears, 

•^  ^     Our  troubles  and  tears  ! 

The  Spirit  is  come. 
The  Witness  of  Jesus  returned  to  His  Home : 

The  pledge  of  our  Lord, 

To  His  Heaven  restored. 

Is  sent  from  the  sky. 
And  tells  us  our  Head  is  exalted  on  high. 

Our  Advocate  there 

By  His  Blood  and  His  Prayer 

The  Gift  hath  obtained. 
For  us  He  hath  prayed,  and  the  Comforter  gained 

Our  glorified  Head 

His  Spirit  hath  shed. 

With  His  people  to  stay, 
And  never  again  will  He  take  Him  away. 

Our  heavenly  Guide 
With  us  shall  abide  ; 
His  comfort  impart, 
And  set  up  His  kingdom  of  love  in  the  heart : 


124 


THE  FRUITS  OF  THE  SPIRIT. 


The  heart  that  believes 
His  kingdom  receives, 
His  power  and  His  peace, 
His  life,  and  His  joy's  everlasting  increase. 

The  Presence  divine 

Doth  inwardly  shine. 

The  Sh^chinah  rests 
On  all  our  assemblies,  and  glows  in  our  breasts. 

By  day  and  by  night 

The  pillar  of  light 

Our  steps  shall  attend. 
And  convoy  us  safe  to  our  prosperous  end. 

Then  let  us  rejoice 

In  heart  and  in  voice. 

Our  Leader  pursue. 
And  shout  as  we  travel  the  wilderness  through  ; 

With  the  Spirit  remove 

To  Sion  above. 

Triumphant  arise. 
And  walk  in  our  God,  till  we  fly  to  the  skies. 


>:«<c 


SINNERS,    LIFT   UP   YOUR   HEARTS. 

Charles  Wesley  :  from  the  same  tract. 

OINNERS,  lift  up  your  hearts, 
^^     The  Promise  to  receive  ; 


Jesus  Himself  imparts. 
He  comes  in  man  to  live  : 


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SINNERS,   LIFT  UP    YOUR  HEARTS.        1 25 

The  Holy  Ghost  to  man  is  given ; 
Rejoice  in  God  sent  down  from  Heaven. 

Jesus  is  glorified, 

And  gives  the  Comforter, 
His  Spirit,  to  reside 

In  all  His  members  here  : 
The  Holy  Ghost  to  man  is  given  ; 
Rejoice  in  God  sent  down  from  Heaven. 

To  make  an  end  of  sin, 

And  Satan's  works  destroy, 
He  brings  His  kingdom  in, 
Peace,  righteousness,  and  joy  : 
The  Holy  Ghost  to  man  is  given ; 
Rejoice  in  God  sent  down  from  Heaven. 

The  cleansing  Blood  to  apply, 
The  heavenly  Life  display, 
And  wholly  sanctify 

And  seal  us  to  that  Day, 
The  Holy  Ghost  to  man  is  given ; 
Rejoice  in  God  sent  down  from  Heaven. 

Sent  down  to  make  us  meet 
To  see  His  glorious  face, 
And  grant  us  each  a  seat 
In  that  thrice  happ}^  place. 
The  Holy  Ghost  to  man  is  given ; 
Rejoice  in  God  sent  down  from  Heaven. 


126  THE  FRUITS   OF   THE   SPIRIT. 

From  Heaven  He  shall  once  more 

Triumphantly  descend, 
And  all  His  saints  restore 
To  joys  that  never  end  : 
Then,  then,  when  all  our  joys  are  given, 
Rejoice  in  God,  rejoice  in  Heaven. 

WHITHER   SHALL  A   CREATURE    RUN? 
Psalm  cxxxix.  7-12. 

Charles  Wesley  :  from  his  Hytnns  on  the  Trinity,  1767.  Perhaps  this  splendid 
paraphrase  does  not  strictly  belong  here:  but  being  little  known,  I  am  unwilling  to 
omit  it.  It  is  one  of  the  finest  samples  of  this  author's  objective  writing ;  a  style  in 
which,  though  he  seldom  exercised  it,  he  was  as  much  a  master  as  in  the  delineation 
of  "frames  and  feelings."' 

^T  7HITHER  shall  a  creature  run, 

'  ^      From  Jehovah's  Spirit  fly? 
How  Jehovah's  presence  shun, 

Screened  from  His  all-seeing  eye? 
Holy  Ghost,  before  Thy  face 

Where  shall  I  myself  conceal? 
Thou  art  God  in  every  place, 

God  incomprehensible. 

If  to  Heaven  I  take  my  flight. 

With  beatitude  unknown 
Filling  all  the  realms  of  light. 

There  Thou  sittest  on  Thy  throne  ! 
If  to  Hell  I  could  retire. 

Gloomy  pit  of  endless  pains, 
There  is  the  consuming  fire, 
•    There  almighty  Vengeance  reigns. 


DRINK  DEEP   OF  THE  SPIRIT.  1 27 

If  the  morning's  wings  I  gain, 

Fly  to  earth's  remotest  bound, 
Could  I  hid  from  Thee  remain, 

In  a  world  of  waters  drowned  ? 
Leaving  lands  and  seas  behind. 

Could  I  the  Omniscient  leave? 
There  Thy  quicker  hand  would  find, 

There  arrest.  Thy  fugitive. 

Covered  by  the  darkest  shade. 

Should  I  hope  to  lurk  unknown, 
By  a  sudden  light  bewra^^ed. 

By  an  uncreated  Sun, 
Naked  at  the  noon  of  niorht 

Should  I  not  to  Thee  appear? 
Forced  to  acknowledge  in  Thy  sight, 

God  is  Light,  and  God  is  here  ! 


■^>€=:c 


BE    FILLED   WITH   THE    SPIRIT. 


John  Barclay.  1734-1798,  was  the  founder  of  a  Scotch  sect  known  as  Bereans 
or  Barclayans.  He  published  various  theological  and  poetical  works,  the  latter  in 
1767  and  1776.  None  of  his  hj'mns  have  come  into  use,  but  they  are  distinguished  by 
great  vigor  of  style  and  the  occasional  presence  of  striking  and  sometimes  just  ideas. 
Barclay  seems  to  have  been  an  able,  honest,  and  somewhat  eccentric  man.  He  had 
a  way  of  adapting  his  "  Spiritual  Songs  "  to  popular  Scottish  melodies,  and  secular- 
izing as  far  as  might  be  the  treatment  of  sacred  themes. 


T~^RINK  deep  of  the  Spirit,  and  thou  shalt  be  filled, 
^^     Be  filled  with  the  sweetest  enjoyment : 
Attend  to  the  Spirit,  and  thou  shalt  be  skilled, 
Be  skilled  in  the  best  of  employment. 


128  THE  FRUITS  OF  THE  SPHilT. 

Be  led  of  the  Spirit,  and  thou  shalt  rejoice, 

Rejoice  in  the  happiest  ending  : 
The  Spirit  will  lead  thee  to  heavenly  joys ; 

To  Heaven  O  then  be  thou  bending. 

Give  ear  to  the  Spirit;  He'll  perfectly  teach, 

He'll  teach  you  celestial  lessons  : 
He'll    build   up  your  walls,   yea,    and    heal    every 
breach, 

Adorning  you  round  with  His  blessings. 
Be  friends  with  the  Spirit,  and  laugh  at  your  foes ; 

With  Him  you  may  boldly  defy  them  : 
He'll  guard  you  from  every  temptation  that  blows. 

And  give  you  the  power  to  deny  them. 

Revere  thou  the  Spirit,  who  dwells  in  thy  breast ; 

Revere  Him  in  humble  submission  : 
Wherever  He  dwelleth  a  welcomed  Guest, 

He  giveth  a  sealed  remission. 
Exult  in  the  Spirit,  exult  evermore, 

Exult  in  His  high  consolations  ; 
In  raptures  of  gladness  before  Him  adore. 

Triumphing  o'er  all  tribulations. 

Amen  to  the  Spirit  in  all  that  He  says ; 

Amen,  and  Amen  to  His  doing  ! 
Amen  to  the  Spirit  in  all  of  His  ways  ! 

The  Spirit  preserves  me  from  ruin. 
I'm  filled  with  the  Spirit,  and  led  by  the  hand, 

In  all  of  mv  workino^s  directed  : 
The  Spirit,  He  gives  me  the  word  of  command, 

In  all  my  behavior  respected. 


O  LOVE    YE    THE  SPIRIT. 


129 


Pm  taught  of  the  Spirit,  and  built  like  a  wall 

B}'  Him  the  infallible  Teacher  : 
I  laugh  now  at  Satan  and  stratagems  all, 

Since  the  Spirit  alone  was  my  Preacher.^ 
The  Spirit,  He  loves  me,  and  gives  me  His  joys. 

My  spirit  to  Him  being  subject : 
He  defendeth  His  darlings  ;  their  foes  He  destroys  ; 

My  foes  of  His  wrath  are  the  object. 

My  spirit  is  turned  as  wax  to  the  seal 

Beneath  His  sweet  holy  impression : 
I  cannot  express  what  already  I  feel ; 

Yet  Heaven  remains  in  reversion. 
Begone,  idle  toyings,  begone  ye  from  me  ! 

I  am  otherwise  fully  employed  ; 
Possest  of  the  Spirit :  the  Spirit  is  He, 

With  a  rival  who  can't  be  enjoyed.^ 


5>^C 


THE    INDWELLING   SPIRIT. 

John  Barclay:  1767  or  1776. 

(~\  LOVE  ye  the  Spirit  indwelling  ; 
^^     In  humble  submission  adore  ; 
No  passion,  no  motion,  rebelling. 

From  henceforth.  Amen,  evermore. 
He  floweth  with  tender  compassion, 

Demanding  reciprocal  fires ; 

*  I  John  iv.  6. 

•  He  refers  to  Montrose's  famous  song  : 

"  As  Alexander  I  will  reign,  and  I  will  reign  alone : 
My  thoughts  did  evermore  disdain  a  rival  on  my  throne." 

9 


^3^  THE   FRUITS   OF   THE   SPIRIT. 

To  purpose  of  love  let  Him  fashion 
Your  spirit  with  all  your  desires. 

Beholding  the  moving  example 

Of  Jesus  who  died  in  your  stead, 
Your  body,  becoming  His  temple. 

Keep  holy  for  Jesus  your  Head. 
If  the  flesh  should  advise  you  to  sinning, 

The  Spirit  well  knoweth  the  plot. 
Your  doing,  with  all  your  designing. 

Remarking  the  time  and  the  spot. 

Beware  then  of  grieving  the  Spirit 

With  curst  Babylonian  stuff: 
Fly,  fly  ye  before  ye  come  near  it, 

Lest  He  blow  ye  away  with  a  puff. 
Thus  Achan  received  damnation 

For  the  coveted  garment  and  gold : 
Rejecting  both  God  and  salvation, 

Who  resisteth  the  Spirit  is  bold. 


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THE   SPIRIT    IN   THE   WORD. 
Rev.  xxii.   17. 

Thomas  Gibbons,  D.D.,  1720-1785:  an  eminent  Independent  minister  in 
London:  author  of  various  works,  including  two  volumes  of  Hymns,  1769  and  1784- 
In  the  fornter  is  found  this  piece,  headed  ''  The  Sinner's  Welcome  to  ihe  Waters  of 
Life,"  which  may  have  suggested  the  popular  and  more  recent  l}Tic  of  Bishop  Onder- 
donk,  given  below. 

npHE  Spirit  in  the  Word 
■^      And  in  His  motions  cries, 
"  Come  to  the  Fountain-Head  of  Life, 
And  come  for  large  supplies." 


THE  SPIRITS    WHISPER. 

The  Bride,  the  Church  on  Earth, 
And  Church  in  Heaven  combine 
To  bid  unworth}^  sinners  come 
And  drink  the  joys  divine. 

Let  him  that  hears  the  call 
Spring  from  his  long  delay, 
And  charge  his  soul  to  run,  to  fly, 
And  seize  the  bliss  to-day. 

Let  him  who  feels  his  thirst. 
Nor  can  endure  its  rage. 
Come  to  Salvation's  copious  springs 
And  all  his  pains  assuage. 

And  whosoever  will 
Is  welcome  to  receive 
The  streams  of  everlasting  Life 
That  Heaven  will  freely  give. 

Jesus,  is  this  Thy  voice? 
We  bless  the  gracious  call. 
And  fly  with  joyful  haste  to  Thee, 
Our  Saviour  and  our  all. 


>^#<c 


THE    SPIRIT'S    WHISPER. 

Henry  Ustic  Onderdonk,  D.D.,   rector  of   St.  Ann's,  Brooklyn,  afterwards 
(1827)  Bishop  of  Pennsylvania.     It  appeared  in  the  Prayer-Book  Collection,  1826. 

nPHE  Spirit,  in  our  hearts, 
-^       Is  whispering,  "  Sinner,  come  :  " 
The  Bride,  the  Church  of  Christ,  proclaims 
To  all  His  children,  "  Come  !  " 


132  IHE  FRUITS  OF  THE  SPIRIT. 

Let  him  that  heareth  say- 
To  all  about  him,  "Come  !  '* 
Let  him  that  thirsts  for  righteousness, 
To  Christ,  the  Fountain,  come  ! 

Yes,  whosoever  will, 
O  let  him  freely  come. 
And  freely  drink  the  stream  of  Life : 
'Tis  Jesus  bids  him  come. 

Lo !  Jesus,  who  invites. 

Declares,  "I  quickly  come  ;  '* 
Lord,  even  so  !  I  wait  Thy  hour  ; 
Jesus,  my  Saviour,  come  ! 


)J«<c 


"THE    LETTER   KILLETH,    BUT   THE   SPIRIT 

GIVETH    LIFE." 

2  CoR.  iii.  6. 

S  B.  Haslam,  "minister  of  Zion  Chapel,  Waterloo  Road,  London;  "  from  his 
Divine  Aspirations:  a  Compilation  of  Spiritual  Hymns  upoti  the  Glorious  Doc- 
trines, Experience,  and  Practice  ^f  True  Religion,  1824 :  a  curious  book,  contain- 
ing many  originals.     This  has  eleven  verses  :  we  take  the  first  two  and  the  last  fonr. 

IDLEST  be  the  God  who  men  inspired 
^-^     To  speak  and  write  Heaven's  laws  abroad  ! 
But  not  the  threatening  nor  reward 
Can  drive  or  draw  one  soul  to  God. 

Blest  be  the  Lord  who  precept  gives, 

Instructing  how  to  do  His  Will ! 
Yet  none  by  letter-precept  lives. 

But  dead  to-  God  remaineth  still. 


1 


''GRIEVE  NOT  THE  SPIRITS  1 33 

'Tis  not  on  signs  God's  saints  are  fed ; 

'Tis  substance  they  must  live  upon  : 
That  sacred,  mystic  "Flesh  and  Blood"  — 

The  living  Spirit  of  God's  Son. 

Nor  prophets'  word  nor  prophets'  pen 

Can  move,  or  vital  spirit  give ; 
The  living  God  who  moved  the  men 

Must  live  in  us,  and  then  we  live. 

But  so  the  sacred  Scripture  tells  — 

Then  cease,  vain  struggling,  cease  thy  strife  — 
That  even  inspired  letter  kills  : 

'Tis  the  Inspirer  giveth  Life. 

Then,  O  Thou  vital  Spirit,  give 

The  Life  Divine  to  live  upon ; 
Or  rather  m  the  Life  to  live. 

And  by  it  live  upon  the  Son. 

"GRIEVE    NOT   THE    SPIRIT." 

S.  B.  Haslam,  1833  :  from  the  second  edition  of  his  collection. 

T  WOULD  not  grieve  my  dearest  Lord 
In  action,  feeling,  thought,  or  word; 

But  I  would  live  to  prove 
The  fulness  of  redeeming  Grace, 
The  heights  of  perfect  righteousness, 

The  depths  of  humble  love. 


134 


THE  FRUITS   OF   THE   SPIRFT. 


Thy  heavenly  Spirit,  Lord,  impart. 
Through  all  my  head,  through  all  my  heart, 

That  I  may  think  and  feel 
Far,  far  above  earth's  narrow  bounds, 
Its  sordid  movements,  giddy  rounds, 

And  breathe  celestial  weal. 

Essential,  pure,  eternal  Life  ! 
Thou  art  the  death  of  mortal  strife, 

The  end  of  death  and  sin  : 
Now  let  Thy  blest  salvation  flow 
To  every  friend,  to  every  foe, 

And  full  salvation  reiirn  ! 


"THE   LOVE   OF   THE   SPIRIT." 

ROM.    XV.    30. 
Rippon's  Selection^  tenth  edition,  1800:  altered  from  Benjamin  Beddome. 


T    ORD,  'twas  a  time  of  wondrous  Love 
■^^    When  Thou  didst  first  draw  near  my  soul, 
And  by  Thy  Spirit  from  above 
My  raging  passions  didst  control. 

Guilty  and  self-condemned  I  stood. 
Nor  dreamt  of  Life  and  bliss  so  near ; 

But  He  my  evil  heart  renew^ed. 
And  all  His  graces  planted  there. 


AS  BLOWS  THE   WIND.  135 

He  will  complete  the  work  begun, 
By  leading  me  in  all  His  ways  : 

To  God  the  Father,  God  the  Son, 
And  God  the  Spirit,  equal  praise. 


-^>»<c 


"THE   WIND    BLOWETH  WHERE    IT    LISTETH. 
JoHX  iii.  8. 


Ingram  Cobbin,  1777-1851 :  known  by  his  Commentaries,  &c.     The  date  of  this 
is  probably  1S20  or  182S :  I  find  it  in  later  Collections. 


A  S  blows  the  wind,  and  in  its  flight 
^  ^     Escapes  the  glance  of  keenest  sight; 
So  are  the  wonder-working  ways 
Of  God's  re£i:eneratincr  Grace. 

As  nothing  can  its  power  withstand 
But  Him  who  holds  it  in  His  hand. 
So  are  the  soul's  corruptions  slain  • 
When  once  that  soul  is  born  again. 

As  o'er  our  frames  we  feel  the  gale 
Gently  or  mightily  prevail. 
So  some  are  softly  drawn  to  heaven, 
And  others  as  by  tempests  driven. 

And  as  the  herbs,  the  flowers,  the  trees, 
Are  seen  to  bend  beneath  the  breeze, 
So  visible  the  change  we  view 
When  Grace  doth  thus  the  heart  renew. 


136  THE  FRUITS  OF  THE  SPIRIT 

Come,  Holy  Spirit,  and  impart 

Thy  secret  virtue  to  each  heart ; 

And  let  this  be  the  happy  hour 

To  show  Th}^  mighty  quickening  power. 


jXXc 


THE   SOVEREIGN    SPIRIT. 


Christopher  Wordsworth,  D.D.,  Bishop  of  Lincoln:  from  The  Holy  Year^ 
1862.     It  is  there  set  for  Tuesday  in  Whitsun  Week. 


"l^rOT  bound  by  chains,  nor  pent  in  cells 

^      Of  person  or  of  place. 
But  like  the  air  untrammelled,  blow 

The  breezes  of  Thy  Grace. 

Not  only  Moses  in  the  cloud 

With  heavenly  flame  is  fired ; 
Eldad  and  Medad  in  the  camp 

Are,*  Lord,  by  Thee  inspired. 

A  Balaam  and  a  Caiaphas 

May  prophesy  of  Thee  ; 
Saul  also  may,  though  David's  foe, 

Among  the  prophets  be. 

Not  prophecy,  nor  tongues,  nor  faith 
That  mountains  could  remove. 

Will  profit  him  who  has  those  gifts. 
Without  the  grace  of  love. 


THE  SOVEREIGN  SPIRIT.  1 37 

As  beacons  fade,  though  some  may  live 

Saved  by  their  guiding  ray, 
So  he  who  does  to  others  preach 

May  be  a  castaway. 

The  Spirit  is  not  tied  to  means, 

But  sovereign  is  and  free  ; 
But  when  Thou  hast  prescribed  the  means, 

Tied  to  those  means  are  we. 

No  Abanas  nor  Pharpars,  Lord, 

To  Jordan  we  prefer  ; 
But  in  Thy  ordered  means  of  Grace 

We  seek  the  Comforter. 

We  love  these  means,  for  they  are  Thine, 

Which  heavenly  life  impart ; 
They  channels  are,  through  which  it  flows  ; 

But  Thou  the  Fountain  art. 

The  vessel  of  our  thirsting  hearts 

To  Thee  in  them  we  bring ; 
O  grant  us.  Lord,  in  Heaven  to  drink 

Of  Thine  eternal  Spring. 

To  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 

One  God  and  Persons  Three, 
For  gifts  of  Grace,  and  hopes  of  bliss, 

All  praise  and  glory  be. 


13^  THE  FRUITS  OF  THE  SPIRIT. 

THOU  WHO  FRAMEDST  THIS   GOODLY   WORLD. 
Psalm  xxxiii. 


John  Henry  Alexander,  bom  1812,  at  Annapolis,  Md.,  died  1S66,  has  pub- 
lished several  scientific  works,  and  a  volume  of  httroits,  or  Ante-Communion 
Psalms;  Philadelphia,  1844.      From  this  are  taken  the  three  following. 


^  I  ^HOU  who  framedst  this  goodly  world ; 
■^       Thou  whose  Spirit  erst  did  move 
O'er  the  treasures  of  the  deep  ; 
Now  when  again,  as  once,  unfurled 
Glows  the  banner  of  Thy  Love, 
Help  us  in  Thy  host  to  keep  I 

Thou  hast  fashioned  every  heart ; 
Thou  canst  fathom  each  device 
Of  our  idol-building  here, 
That  rests,  with  but  short-sighted  art, 
On  proud  human  power  and  price 
When  the  time  of  dearth  is  near. 

If,  for  all  our  high  desire, 

Lingering  cowards  in  Thy  camp. 
We  should  look  to  such  as  these ; 
Once  more  O  let  Thy  tongues  of  fire, 
Whose  strong  flame  earth  cannot  damp, 
On  our  recreant  terrors  seize  : 

And  again  from  Heaven  look  down 
On  the  chamber  of  our  hearts, 


O  GOD,    WHEN  WILT  THOU  COME?        139 

(Where  a  few  frail  hopes  yet  wait 
For  Thee  Thy  Pentecost  to  crown) 
Each  to  mould,  in  varied  parts, 
Till  Thy  counsel  sure  is  met ! 


O   GOD,   WHEN   WILT   THOU   COME? 
Psalm  ci. 


o 


GOD,  when  wilt  Thou  come? 
Lighting  our  life  and  home 
And  wilful  hearts  with  Thy  plain,  near  command  ; 
Showing  the  open  door 
Seen  but  in  types  before, 
Whereat,  revealed  and  gracious,  Christ  doth  stand. 

Thou  hast  the  answer  made. 

What  time  Thy  Spirit  said. 
No  wicked  thing  Thine  helping  hand  should  claim  ; 

No  heavenly  dews  should  bless 

Sins  of  unfaithfulness ; 
No  angel  write  on  high  the  slanderer's  name. 

Nor  is  that  answer  lost 

Since  the  bright  Pentecost 
When  Thou,  O  Spirit,  cam'st  down  visibly  : 

But  all  life-fruits  below 

Must  richer,  riper  grow, 
Warmed  by  a  ray  more  genial,  pure,  and  high. 


140  THE  FRUITS  OF  THE  SPIRIT 

And  all  the  love  and  faith  ^ 

That  blossomed  in  the  path 
Of  olden  saints,  more  need  be  in  our  part; 

Till  here,  one  day,  we  bring 

Best,  hardest  offering. 
The  walking  in  our  house  with  perfect  heart. 


BE  JOYFUL   IN    THE   LORD,  YE   LANDS! 
Psalm  c. 

"DE  joyful  in  the  Lord,  ye  lands  ! 
-'-^    Serve  Him  with  gladness  and  with  song 
No  more  sad  rites,  or  hard  commands. 
His  statutes  or  your  worship  throng : 

No  difficult  or  distant  shrine 

A  weary  pilgrimage  compels  ; 

O'er  the  whole  earth  His  altars  shine ; 

Your  hearts  are  courts  wherein  He  dwells. 

He  calls  you,  wanderers,  to  His  fold 
With  sweetest  voice,  by  strongest  spell ; 
'Twas  His  your  earthly  frames  to  mould ; 
His  Spirit  comes  with  yours  to  dwell. 

And  we  would  give  Thee  welcome.  Lord  ! 
O  Holy  Ghost,  our  hearts  renew. 
Till  we  have  learned  and  proved  this  word  — 
God  ever  gracious  is,  and  true. 


WHIT-SUNDA  V.  1 4 1 


WHIT-SUNDAY. 


Harriet  Auber,  1773-1862,  of  Hoddesdon,  Herts:  author  of  T/te  Spirit  of  the 
Psalms,  1829,  an  important  work,  which  must  not  be  confounded  with  Lyte's  produc- 
tion bearing  the  same  title,  1834.  An  account  of  Miss  Auber  may  be  found  in  Josiah 
Miller's  Singers  and  Songs  of  the  Church,  1869. 


/^UR  blest  Redeemer,  ere  He  breathed 
^-^      His  tender,  last  farewell, 
A  Guide,  a  Comforter,  bequeathed 
With  us  to  dwell. 

He  came  in  semblance  of  a  dove, 

With  sheltering  wings  outspread. 
The  holy  balm  of  peace  and  love 
On  earth  to  shed. 

He  came  in  tongues  of  living  flame, 

To  teach,  convince,  subdue  ; 
All-powerful  as  the  wind  He  came, 
As  viewless  too. 

He  came  sweet  influence  to  impart, 

A  gracious,  willing  Guest, 
While  He  can  find  one  humble  heart 
Wherein  to  rest. 

And  His  that  gentle  voice  we  hear. 

Soft  as  the  breath  of  even. 
That  checks  each  fault,  that  calms  each  fear, 
And  speaks  of  Heaven. 


142  THE  FRUITS   OF   THE  SPHUT. 

And  every  virtue  we  possess, 

And  ever}^  victory  won, 
And  every  thought  of  holiness, 
Are  His  alone. 

Spirit  of  Purity  and  Grace, 

Our  weakness  pitying  see ; 
O  make  our  hearts  Thy  dwelling-place. 
And  worthier  Thee. 


"WHOSE   HEART   THE   LORD    OPENED." 
Acts  xvi.  14. 

Mrs.  Thomas  Crewdson,  1809-1863,  of  Manchester,  bom  Jane  Fox :  author  of 
several  volumes  of  poetry,  written  during  a  long  illness.  From  T/te  Little  While,  and 
other  Poems,  1864. 

TT /E  cannot  see  the  wondrous  Hand 

'  '      That  makes  the  budding  flower  expand : 
One  sunbeam's  kiss,  one  dewdrop's  fall, 
May  open  wide  its  coronal. 
And  every  folded  petal  part, 
That  noon's  full  tide  may  reach  its  heart. 

And  yet  the  Hand  that  drops  the  dew 
Is  shaded  from  our  finite  view ; 
And  He  who  guides  the  ray  of  light 
Is  hidden  from  our  mortal  sight. 
We  see  not,  but  we  own  the  Power 
That  makes  the  bud  become  the  flower. 


* 


THE  SPIRIT'S  QUICKENING. 


143 


O  Lord  !  Thy  Hand  alone  can  part 
The  shadows  that  enfold  man's  heart ; 
Thy  Holy  Spirit's  quickening  Breath 
Can  vivify  the  germ  of  faith  ; 
Thy  Word  can  cause  the  bud  to  grow, 
Thy  touch  can  make  the  flower  to  blow. 

To  Thee  our  infant  flowers  we  bring, 
Our  buds,  so  slow  in  opening  : 
Perchance,  within  the  folded  cup, 
The  germ  of  Life  is  treasured  up  : 
We  bring  them.  Lord,  to  crave  Thy  aid. 
To  that  dear  place  where  prayer  is  made. 

One  gracious  drop  of  heavenly  Dew 
May  bring  the  hidden  Life  to  view ; 
One  touch  of  Love  the  leaves  unroll, 
And  shed  Truth's  noontide  o'er  the  soul ; 
And  thus,  by  sweet  degrees,  transmute 
The  open  blossom  into  fruit. 


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FOR  CONSISTENCY. 

From  A  Collect io7i  0/  Psalms  and  Hymns  by  tlie  Rev.  R.  Frost,  Incumbent  of 
St.  Matthias'  Church,  Salford ;  1832.     Authorship  unknown. 

"D  RETHREN,  let  us  join  to  raise 
^-^     To  the  Spirit  hymns  of  praise  ; 
Thanks,  eternal  thanks,  be  given 
For  this  precious  Gift  of  Heaven. 


144  "^HE  FRUITS  OF  THE  SPIRIT. 

If  we  of  the  Spirit  talk, 
Let  us  in  the  Spirit  walk  : 
If  the  Spirit  reign  within, 
Let  the  Spirit's  work  be  seen. 

If  we  in  the  Spirit  live 
And  the  Spirit's  Grace  receive, 
Let  us  in  His  ways  be  found, 
And  in  holy  fruits  abound. 

Thus  shall  we  abroad  proclaim 
Honor  to  the  Christian  name  : 
Thus  shall  our  religion  shine, 
And  the  work  appear  divine. 

Thus  shall  we,  while  here  below, 
In  the  Saviour's  likeness  grow, 
And  be  fitted  by  His  Love 
For  His  praise  in  Heaven  above. 


THE   NINTH    COMMANDMENT. 

Ada  Cambridge  is  a  young  lady  in  the  parish  of  St.  Michaels,  Coventry:  at 
least  so  one  may  suppose  from  the  fact  that  her  popular  Hym7is  on  the  Holy  Covimun- 
lon,  iS66,  were  submitted  to  and  introduced  by  the  Vicar  tliereof,  the  Rev.  R.  H. 
Baynes.  She  has  also  published /fyw-y  07i  tJie  Litany.  This  is  from  the  former 
work. 

ly/TAY  Thy  Spirit,  bright  and  holy, 
-'-▼-L     With  His  tender,  shieldin; 
With  the  pure  celestial  glory 
That  His  Presence  onlv  brincrs, 


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THE  NINTH  COMMANDMENT. 


145 


In  our  heart  forever  dwelling, 

Keep  the  evil  one  at  bay. 
By  our  Saviour's  Cross  and  Passion, 
By  His  willing  intercession, 

Hear,  and  answer  us,  we  pray  ! 

He  is  watching,  ever  watching, 

In  a  silence  dark  and  dread, 
Round  each  fervent  aspiration 

His  ensnaring  toils  to  spread  ; 
On  each  thought  to  breathe  pollution, 

Ever}^  word  to  taint  with  sin  : 
And  how  can  we  foil  his  power 
In  the  dark  and  trying  hour, 

With  no  Spirit-light  within? 

He  is  striving,  ever  striving 

To  break  down  and  to  destroy. 
With  the  finest  gold  to  mingle 

What  he  can  of  base  alloy  ; 
In  the  garden  fair  and  fragrant. 

Where  Thy  blessed  Feet  have  been, 
To  crush  all  the  tender  beauty  — 
Flowers  of  love  and  truth  and  duty. 

And  the  buds  that  grow  between. 


He  is  trying,  ever  trying 

On  Thy  fairest  work  to  breathe, 
With  its  first  celestial  sweetness 

Some  undying  curse  to  wreathe  ; 
But  we  fear  not,  gentle  Spirit, 


146  THE  FRUITS   OF  THE  SPHUT 

When  Thy  shielding  wings  are  nigh  ! 
Then  he  comes  not,  hearts  assaihng, 
For  he  knows  there's  no  prevailing 

'Gainst  that  wondrous  Sanctity. 

•    He  may  strive  to  sow  them,  vainly, 

Those  accursed  bitter  seeds 
That  grow  up  to  sinful  anger 

And  untruthful  words  and  deeds  : 
Though  our  eyes  are  all  un watchful. 

Thine,  so  loving,  never  sleep, 
And  their  clear  and  steady  shining, 
Every  snare  of  his  divining, 

Can  the  frail  soul-fortress  keep. 

O  !  he  knows  our  sinful  weakness. 

That  our  love  is  mostly  cold, 
All  too  feeble  and  too  selfish 

Thy  great  Name  of  Truth  to  hold. 
Ah  !  he  knows  how  oft  'tis  hidden. 

This  baptismal  seal  of  Thine  ! 
And  he  feels  his  strenorth  increasinij^ 
When  the  Beacon-light  is  ceasing 

In  our  shadowed  heart  to  shine. 

But  he  knows  Thy  Love,  O  Spirit ! 

That  'tis  stronger  than  his  hate, 
That  forever  and  forever 

It  is  kept  inviolate. 
And  he  dares  not  face  Thy  Presence, 

Brooding  human  passions  o'er ; 


I 


THE    WITNESS  OF  THE  SPIRIT  1 4/ 

Though  our  weakness  may  assist  him, 
He  knows  Thy  strength  can  resist  him, 
Can  resist  him  evermore  ! 

So  be  with  us,  ever  with  us, 

In  our  daily  toil  and  strife ; 
Purify  Thou  all  the  sources 

Of  our  erring  daily  life  ! 
Do  Thou  guard  it  from  the  Tempter 

With  Thy  white  wings,  gentle  Dove  ! 
In  that  sure  and  safe  protection 
Bloom  the  flowers  of  sweet  affection, 

And  the  fruits  of  truth  and  love. 

THE   WITNESS    OF   THE    SPIRIT. 

1849. 

Thomas  H.  Gill,  Esq.,  of  Lewisham,  Kent:  bom  1819:  author  of  The  Anni- 
versaries, 1858,  The  Papal  Drama,  1866,  and  The  Golden  Chain  of  Praise,  1S69: 
one  of  the  most  remarkable  hymnists  of  the  time,  though  he  is  only  beginning  to  be 
known  and  used.  His  hymns,  165  in  number,  are  collected  in  the  last-named  volume. 
The  eight  which  follow  here  are  his.  His  own  title,  and  the  date  of  composition,  are 
given  above  each. 

"DRIGHT  Presence  !   may  my  soul  have  part 
-*-^     In  those  sweet  beams  of  Thine? 
Lord  !  soundeth  in  mine  inmost  heart 

Thy  very  Voice  divine? 
Yes,  Lord,  with  Thee  I  may  partake ; 

To  me  Thou  wilt  repair. 
This  soul  wilt  cheer  and  warn  and  wake. 

The  Spirit's  witness  there  ! 


T48  THE  FRUITS  OF  THE  SPIRIT. 

In  holy  tasks,  in  noble  pain 

My  soul  this  comfort  hath  : 
The  amazed  world  exclaims  in  vain  ; 

The  Spirit  witnesseth. 
To  break  my  peace  the  tumult  seeks  : 

I  have  no  ears  to  hear ; 
So  mightily  the  Spirit  speaks, 

So  sweetly  fills  mine  ear. 

Alas,  my  Lord  !  that  Sense  and  Sin 

To  tempt  this  soul  should  dare. 
That  Thine  own  foes  should  audience  win, 

The  Spirit's  witness  there  ! 
He  speaketh  oft.  He  warneth  clear, 

He  witnesseth  in  vain  : 
Repent,  sad  soul,  if  thou  wouldst  hear 

The  Voice  Divine  again  ! 

Glad  soul !  art  thou  ashamed  to  smile? 

Of  gladness  hast  thou  fear? 
Thou  may  St  enjoy  Thy  golden  while, 

Yes,  boldly  take  thy  cheer. 
Each  glorious  hour  thou  mayst  renew 

In  thine  own  bower  of  bliss ; 
O  sweet  and  strong  the  joy  whereto 

The  Spirit  witnesses  ! 

Alas  I  do  subtle  foes  conspire 

To  darken  my  soul's  day. 
To  quench  the  bright  celestial  fire 

And  take  my  Lord  away? 


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THE   WITNESS  OF   THE  SPIRIT.  1 49 

I  need  not  seek  o'er  all  the  earth 
Wherewith  to  guard  my  faith ; 
A  Champion  near  and  strong  springs  forth  ; 
c  The  Spirit  witnesseth. 

My  Father  !  when  Thy  child  delights 

To  feel  himself  Thine  own, 
And  others  would  deny  his  rights 

And  thrust  him  from  Thy  throne ; 
I  still  draw  near,  I  still  rejoice, 

Thy  child  doth  nothing  care. 
If  to  his  claim  Thy  Spirit's  voice 

Its  witness  sweet  doth  bear. 

O  that  this  Voice  my  soul  did  stir 

Nor  make  it  sadly  start ! 
O  that  Thy  Spirit  oftener 

Bore  witness  with  my  heart ! 
O  that  His  gracious,  awful  Voice 

More  swiftly  caught  mine  ear ! 
O  that  I  always  could  rejoice 

His  witness,  Lord,  to  hear ! 

One  day  the  joy  may  fully  come, 

The  music  may  be  mine ; 
O  ever  in  the  Heavenly  Home 

Sweet  sounds  the  Voice  Divine. 
To  each  desire,  to  each  delight, 

"Yes,"  "Yes,"  it  sweetly  saith  : 
Smile  on,  sing  on,  ye  Angels  bright ! 

The  Spirit  witnesseth. 


I50 


THE  FRUITS  OF  THE  SPIRIT. 


THE   EARNEST   OF   THE    SPIRIT. 

1850:  printed  1853. 

^T  7HY  hasteth  on  this  pilgrim  throng 

^  ^      As  burthened  with  no  cares? 
These  lowly  souls,  why  swells  their  song 
As  though  the  world  was  theirs? 

What  can  their  happy  fulness  crave? 

Where  can  their  wishes  rove? 
Thy  Holy  Spirit,  Lord,  they  have, 

The  Earnest  of  Thy  Love. 

They  needs  must  rest  in  glorious  things 

With  whom  the  Spirit  dwells  ; 
Sweet  messages  the  Spirit  brings. 

Great  news  the  Spirit  tells. 

Lord,  if  Thy  gracious  Voice  divine 

One  whisper  sweet  lets  fall. 
They  know  that  Thou  hast  made  them  Thine, 

That  Thou  hast  given  them  all. 

O  if  the  Lord  Himself  hath  given, 
All  else,  they  know,  must  come  — 

The  shining  thrones,  the  blissful  Heaven, 
The  everlasting  Home. 

Lord,  may  not  I  these  tidings  hear. 

These  messages  receive? 
Assure  my  soul  that  she  is  dear ; 

To  me  the  Spirit  give. 


I 


# 


THE  SPIRITS  HELP.  151 

Teach  me  no  other  prayer  to  Hft, 

No  other  boon  to  crave ; 
Mitie  all  Thy  Grace,  mine  every  gift, 

If  I  the  Earnest  have. 

Take  all  Thine  other  gifts  away, 

But  do  not  Thou  remove ; 
All  things  remain,  if  with  me  sta}^ 

This  Earnest  of  Thy  Love. 


THE    SPIRIT   HELPETH    OUR    INFIRMITIES.' 

From  The  Anniversaries^  1858;  written  in  1854. 

A  LAS  these  pilgrims  faint  and  worn  ! 
"^  -^     Alas  this  vale  of  tears  ! 
These  sinners  sore  who  sink  and  mourn 
Through  the  long  mortal  years  ! 

Behold  this  Garden  of  the  Lord  ! 

These  guests  in  raiment  bright ! 
This  beauty  hath  the  Spirit  poured, 

Hath  made  that  darkness  lignt. 

Ah  faithless  souls  that  dwelt  apart ! 

Ah  lonely,  loveless  throng  ! 
No  fire  within  each  joyless  heart  — 

Dull,  dull  each  formal  tongue  ! 


15^ 


THE  FRUITS  OF  THE  SPIRIT. 


Behold  these  brethren  dear  !  inquire 
How  hath  this  sweetness  crrown  : 

The  Spirit  sets  their  souls  on  tire, 
The  Spirit  makes  them  one. 

Kneel  with  this  prayerful  company, 
Join,  join  these  cheerful  songs  : 

The  Spirit  makes  this  melody. 
The  Spirit  tunes  these  tongues. 

Ah  weaklings  vain,  who  faintly  wTOught, 
Who  soon  the  strife  gave  o'er. 

Who  no  sweet  gift  the  brethren  brought, 
The  Lord  no  tribute  bore ! 


The  Spirit  pours  the  lavish  love 

Of  this  gift-bearing  throng  ; 
These  linked  hands  that  mountains  move. 

The  Spirit  makes  them  strong. 

He  leadeth  forth  His  awful  host, 

He  mingleth  in  the  fight : 
O  army  of  the  Holy  Ghost, 

What  shall  withstand  your  might? 


Ah  souls  their  veiled  Heaven  that  mourned  I 

Ah  glory  faint  and  dim  ! 
Ah  tearful  eyes  that  vainly  yearned  I 

Ah  distant  Seraphim  ! 


THE  HEAVENLY  DOVE. 


153 


Blest  s£>uls,  that  now  Heaven's  glory  greet, 
That  here  Heaven's  rapture  feel ! 

The  Spirit  brings  this  earnest  sweet, 
The  Spirit  sets  His  seal. 

Ne'er  from  His  dwelling-place  so  dear, 

The  Spirit  will  remove  : 
O  Church  of  God,  reveal  Him  here  ! 

Soar  on  His  wings  above  ! 


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"O   THAT   I    HAD   WINGS    LIKE   A   DOVE." 
Psalm  Iv.  6. 

"The  Spirit  descending  like  a  dove."  —  Mat.  iii.  15. 
1855. 

/^  SMITTEN  soul  that  cares  and  conflicts  wring, 
^^     O  fainting  heart  that  burdens  sore  oppress  ; 
What  glory  gleameth  from  each  gladsome  wing  ! 
What  sweetness  wrappeth  the  still  wilderness  ! 

Thou  mournest  o'er  the  radiant  wings  denied  ; 
Thou  yearnest  for  the  Happy  Isles  afar ; 
Fain  on  the  dove's  soft  pinion  wouldst  thou  glide, 
And  win  sweet  peace  from  the  calm  desert  air. 

These  yearnings  bright,  O  vainly  are  they  stirred? 
These  golden  dreams,  for  nothing  do  they  come? 
Ah,  woos  thee  mockingly  each  soaring  bird? 
Ah,  vainl}^  calleth  thee  some  smiling  home? 


154 


THE  FRUITS   OF  THE  SPIRIT, 


# 


Unbounded  heart !  thou  shapest  bright  desires, 
Yet  richlicr  hath  thy  Heavenly  Lover  wrought : 
Yes,  more  than  all  each  golden  dream  requires 
Preventing  Grace  hath  in  sweet  fulness  brought. 

What  needs  this  envy  of  the  swift-winged  dove. 
This  quest  of  deserts  that  no  cheer  may  make, 
When  the  sweet  Spirit  leaves  His  Home  above. 
When  I,  bright  Dove  Divine,  Thy  wings  may  take? 

Thou  bringest  me  the  branch  of  heavenly  peace. 
Midst  winds  that  roar  and  waters  that  would  whelm. 
And  steepest  me,  here  on  the  stormy  seas, 
In  the  deep  stillness  of  Thine  own  bright  realm. 

Thou  comest  not  near,  sweet  Dove,  with  fleeting 

beam 
And  hasty  wing  to  mock  my  sad  estate : 
Still  over  me  those  glorious  pinions  gleam  ; 
Still,  still  for  me  those  tender  wings  do  wait. 

0  Dove  Divine  !  no  more  the  captive  sighs, 
The  weary  soul  pours  forth  no  bootless  prayer  : 

1  breathe  the  quiet  of  Thine  own  soft  skies  ; 

I  drink  the  fragrance  of  Thine  own  sweet  air. 


4 


THE  DIVINE   GLADDENER.  155 


THE   DIVINE   GLADDENER. 

1849.     This  and  the  three  following  were  printed  in  George  Dawson's  Psaltm 
and  Hymns,  1853. 

■I~\0  we  only  give  Thee  heed, 

■*-^     Lord,  when  other  help  hath  gone? 

Doth  the  soreness  of  our  need 

Send  us  to  the  Heavenly  Throne? 
Wherefore  should  our  souls  repair 
Only  to  the  Comforter? 

Must  not  Thy  glad  creatures  yearn 
Of  their  best  their  Lord  to  bring? 

Must  not  happy  spirits  burn 
To  their  Gladdener  to  spring? 

Hath  our  joy  for  Thee  no  place  ? 

Art  Thou  not  our  God  of  Grace? 

Should  not  each  bright  golden  hour 

Lay  its  lustre  at  Thy  feet? 
May  not,  Lord,  our  blissful  bower 

Rise  beneath  Thy  mercy-seat? 
Who  like  happ}^  souls  may  call 
For  the  wings  celestial? 

Maketh  not  Thy  presence  cheer? 

May  Thy  lovers,  Lord,  be  sad? 
Who  are  like  the  angels  near. 

Who  are  like  the  angels  glad? 
Fullest  joy  our  hearts  doth  stir 
When  we  feel  the  Gladdener. 


156 


THE  FRUITS  OF  THE  SPIRIT. 


When  our  life  is  all  delight 
On  the  happy  Heavenly  Hill, 

'Tis  because  Thy  presence  bright 
x\ll  the  Heavenly  Life  doth  till. 

Heaven  our  Land  of  Joy  we  call, 

For  the  Lord  is  all  in  all. 

There  our  very  bower  of  bliss 
Is  Thine  awful  Holy  Place ; 

There  our  only  Paradise 
Is  the  shining  of  Thy  face. 

Still  on  us  Thy  face  doth  shine  ; 

Still  streams  on  our  joy  divine. 


THY  HAPPY   ONES    A   STRAIN    BEGIN. 

Written  1S46,  rewTirten  1S68.     The  second  verse  is  from  the  old  reading,  some- 
'hat  altered. 

^  I  ^HY  happy  ones  a  strain  begin  ; 

Dost  Thou  not,  Lord,  glad  souls  possess? 
Thy  cheerful  Spirit  reigns  within  : 
We  feel  Thee  in  our  joyfulness. 

Our  mirth  is  not  afraid  of  Thee  ; 

Our  lite  rejoices  to  be  bright : 
We  would  not  from  our  gladness  flee. 

But  show  it  in  the  Gladdener's  sight. 

Thou  wilt  not.  Lord,  our  smiles  deny  ; 

The  Spirit  loves  the  mirth  He  makes ; 
O  sweet  to  the  Taskmaster's  eye 

The  cheer  that  each  true  servant  takes. 


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''GRIEVE  NOT   THE  HOLY  SPIRIT:'        157 


We  turn  to  Thee  a  smiling  face  ; 

Thou  sendest  us  the  smile  again  : 
Our  joy  the  fulness  of  Thy  Grace ; 

Thine  own  the  cheer  of  this  glad  strain, 

Thou  God  of  joy  !  our  souls  do  well 
The  Life  hereafter  to  forestall ; 

We  go  with  happy  ones  to  dwell, 
To  help  the  joy  celestial. 


"GRIEVE   NOT   THE   HOLY   SPIRIT."    ' 

1849. 

T    ORD,  am  I  precious  in  Thy  sight? 
"^^    Lord,  wouldst  Thou  have  me  Thine? 
What,  may  I  grieve,  may  I  delight 
The  Majesty  Divine? 

Dost  Thou  so  sweetly  urge  and  press 
My  soul  Thy  Heaven  to  win? 

Lord,  dost  Thou  love  my  faithfulness? 
Lord,  dost  Thou  hate  my  sin? 

O  Holy  Spirit !  dost  Thou  mourn 

When  I  from  Thee  depart? 
Dost  Thou  rejoice  when  I  return, 

And  give  Thee  back  my  heart? 

O  sweet,  strange  height  of  Grace  Divine, 

My  sin  Thy  grief  to  make. 
And  this  poor  faithfulness  of  mine 

For  Thy  delight  to  take  ! 


158  THE  FRUITS  OF  THE  SPIRIT. 

Strange  height  of  sin  to  spurn  the  Love 
That  yearns  to  make  me  blest, 

And  drive  away  the  Heavenly  Dove 
That  fain  would  be  my  Guest ! 

O  happy  Heaven,  where  Thine  embrace 

I  never  more  shall  leave. 
Nor  ever  cast  away  Thy  Grace, 

Nor  once  Thy  Spirit  grieve  ! 

Let  me,  dear  Lord,  each  grace  possess 
That  makes  Thy  Heaven  more  bright, 

And  bring  the  humble  holiness 
That  gives  my  God  delight. 


THE  GLORY  OF  THE  LATTER  DAYS. 

"  The  power  of  Thy  Grace  is  not  passed  away  with  the  primitive  times,  as  fond 
and  faithless  men  imagine,  but  Thy  kingdom  is  now  at  hand,  and  Thou  standing  at 
the  door."  —  Miltox. 

(Written  1S46:  rewritten  1S66.) 

/^L^R  God,  our  God  !     Thou  shinest  here, 
^-^     Thine  own  this  latter  day  : 
To  us  Thy  radiant  steps  appear ; 
We  watch  Thy  glorious  way. 

Thou  tookest  once  our  flesh  :  Thv  face 

Once  on  our  darkness  shone  : 
Yet  through  each  age  new  births  of  Grace 

Still  make  Thy  glor}'  known. 


THE  GLORY  OF  THE  LATTER  DAYS.     159 

Not  only  olden  ajjes  felt 

The  presence  of  the  Lord  ; 
Not  only  with  the  fathers  dwelt 

Thy  Spirit  and  Thy  Word. 

Doth  not  the  Spirit  still  descend 

And  bring  the  heavenly  fire? 
Doth  He  not  still  Thy  Church  extend 

And  waiting  souls  inspire? 

Come,  Holy  Ghost,  in  us  arise, 

Be  this  Thy  mighty  hour  ! 
And  make  Thy  willing  people  wise 

To  know  Thy  day  of  power ! 

Pour  dow^n  Thy  fire  in  us  to  glow, 

Thy  might  in  us  to  dwell ; 
Again  Thy  works  of  wonder  show, 

Thy  blessed  secrets  tell ! 

Bear  us  aloft,  more  glad,  more  strong 

On  Thy  celestial  wing, 
And  grant  us  grace  to  look  and  long 

For  our  returning  King. 

He  draweth  near.  He  standeth  by, 

He  fills  our  eyes,  our  ears ; 
Come,  King  of  Grace,  Thy  people  cry, 

And  bring  the  glorious  years  ! 


i6o 


THE  FRUITS  OF  THE  SPIRIT, 


ASCENSION   AND    PENTECOST. 

Arthur  Middlemore  Morgan,  1856.     Through  Lyra  Messianica,  1864. 

/^  SON  of  God,  who  wentest  up  on  high 

^-^     Only  to  come  more  nigh, 

More  nigh  Thy  orphaned  Twelve,  the  first  of  us 

Thy  sons  innumerous, 
Lo,  at  the  break  of  Pentecostal  Day 

We  list  what  God  will  say  ; 
In  Sion,  in  the  mountain  of  Thy  choice 

We  wait  the  still  small  Voice. 

He  speaks,  He  speaks  !  now  he  that  hath  an  ear 

Let  him  the  loved  Voice  hear  :  — 
That  where  I  am  My  own  might  be  alwa}', 

On  earth  I  would  not  stay : 
A  little  while,  and  in  My  gracious  rain 

To  earth  I  came  again, 
That  I  with  man  might  dwell,  and  be  his  Friend 

Even  unto  the  end. 

The  Flesh  which  died,  which  nevermore  shall  die, 

'Twas  that  I  bare  on  high  ; 
My  Death,  my  Life,  to  work  'mid  sin  and  woe, 

'Twas  that  I  sent  below  : 
Summed  in  the  mighty  Wind  and  Tongues  of  fire 

Are  all  ye  can  desire. 
That  ye  may  work  with  this  your  God,  and  be 

Mine  through  eternity. 


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ASCEA'SION  AND  PENTECOST.  l6l 

Amen,  Amen  !  so  be  it,  Lord,  with  all 

Who  love  Thy  Festival  ! 
Thou  hast  not  left  us  orphans  ;  to  our  need 

The  Comforter  indeed. 
The  eternal  Father's  Promise,  Thy  work's  Crown, 

The  Spirit  hath  come  down  ; 
The  Father  thus,  and  Son,  in  souls  may  dwell 

Forever.     It  is  well. 


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SONGS    OF    PRAISE   AND    PRAYER 


GOD   THE   HOLY   GHOST. 


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LATIN     HYMNS. 


The  Latin  Hymns  were  the  chief  ones  of  the  Church  at  large  for  some  1200  years, 
from  the  beginnings  of  anything  Hke  systematic  Hymncdy  in  the  fourth  century  to  the 
Protestant  Retbrmation.  They  are  therefore  of  the  greatest  importance,  and  must  be 
considered  at  length  in  any  Collection  attempting,  as  this  does,  to  be  not  only  catholic 
in  scope  but  historical  in  treatment.  The  large  range  of  time  and  space  which  they 
cover  —  nearly  the  who'e  of  civilized  Europe,  throughout  the  primitive  and  middle 
ages  —  gives  them  sufficient  variety  of  matter  and  style,  and  a  few  of  our  readers  may 
possibly  be  surprised  at  the  freshness  and  breadth  of  thought,  and  warmth  and  depth 
of  devotion,  to  be  found  in  some  of  them. 

It  may  be  thought  th.it  too  much  space  is  occupied  by  the  numerous  versions  of 
Veni  Creator  and  I'eni  Saiicte  Spiritus.  But  the  vast  historical  importance  of  those 
hymns  is  not  greater  than  their  intrinsic  merit :  whatever  of  this  sort  has  been  written 
since  (in  any  language)  is  little  more  than  a  paraphrase  on  them.  Let  any  reader 
compare  the  native  English  lyrics  which  will  follow  by  and  by,  and  judge  for  himself. 
Moreover,  I  had  in  the  case  of  Vetii  Creator  the  rare  advantage  of  versions  running 
through  three  centuries,  and  coming  from  widely  different  schools  and  men  :  the  trans- 
lations thus  resemble  each  other  less  than  many  independent  originals  will  be  found  to 
do.  With  Veni  Sancte  there  is  more  sameness,  most  of  the  versions  closely  approx- 
imating in  date  and  coming  from  the  same  school :  but  something  of  the  unparalleled 
loveliness  of  the  original  will  appear  in  every  rendering.  This  volume  probably  contains 
nothing  grander  than  Dryden's  paraphrase  of  Veni  Creator,  and  nothing  sweeter 
than  C.^s\v.\ll's   Veni  Sancte. 

Of  these  and  the  other  common  Breviary  pieces  the  versions  might  have  been  yet 
further  multiplied.  Of  the  later  (and  usually  longer)  Latin  Spirit-hymns,  many  a:e 
yet  untranslated. 

The  materials  for  the  student  of  Latin  sacred  verse  are  well  known:  Danikl, 
Thesaurus  Hytiuiologicus  ;  Mone,  Hymni  Latini  Medii  y^Z'/  (the  first  volume  has 
the  same  title  in  German)  ;  Wackernagel,  Kirchenleider,  Vol.  1. :  and  of  smaller  but 
not  less  learned  or  reliable  works.  Dr.  Neale,  Hymni  Ecclesice,  1S51,  and  Sequentice; 
and  Archbishop  Trench,  Sacred  Latin  Poetry,  1849,  1864. 

Our  English  translations  have  been  almost  entirely  made  in  the  last  33  years. 
A  seventeenth-century  poet  here  and  there  rendered  a  few  well-known  lyrics  from 
the  Breviaries :  in  the  last  century,  and  the  first  third  of  this,  nothing  of  the  sort 
was  done,  or  near  it.  We  owe  our  present  comparative  wealth  in  this  department  — 
altogether  as  to  the  impulse,  and  largely  in  the  actual  results  —  to  the  O.vford 
Tractarian  movement.  Dr  Newman  began,  in  1836,  contenting  himself  with 
a  dozen  or  two  hymns  for  the  Hours  &c. :  he  was  followed  by  several  English 
Churchmen  (not  necessarily  sharing  fully  his  views),  and  one  or  two  who  followed 
him  to  RorAe.  Now,  of  course,  the  fruits  of  their  labors  are  common  property,  as  the 
field  which  they  opened  has  become  more  or  less  familiar  and  interesting  to  all. 

The  noticeable  books  are  by  Chandler,  1S37:  Bishop  .NL\nt,  1837:  Isaac 
Williams,  1839:  William  Joh.v  Copeland  {Hymns  for  t/w  IVeek  and  Hytnns 
for  the  Seasons),  1S47 :  Caswall,  1S48 :  Campbell,  1S50  :  Neale,  1851  : 
Blew,  1851-5:  Chambers,  1857,  1S66  :  Kvnastox,  iSjs.  All  the  e,  except  Mant 
and  Copeland  (whose  work,  though  not  without  merit,  is  of  limited  extent,  and  the 
ground  better  covered  by  others),  are  extracted  from  and  referred  to  in  the  following 
pages;  as  are  several  others,  whose  labors  have  been  slighter,  more  desultory,  or 
uncollected. 


g.  ^rumr  of  S.  Iturscs  of  Clajcs. 

O  PIRIT  of  God,  and  true  God,  Who  didst  come  down  at  the 
Jordan,  and  on  the  day  of  Pentecost,  and  Who  didst  en- 
h'ghten  me  in  Holy  Baptism  ;  I  have  sinned  against  heaven  and 
before  thee  :  but  purify  me  again  with  Thy  Divine  fire,  as  Thou 
didst  purify  the  Apostles  with  tongues  of  fire  ;  And  have  mercy 
on  all  Thy  creatures. 


%  ^raijn-  of  S.  CDpriatt. 

/^H  Holy  Spirit,  be  Thou  present,  and  from  heaven  shed  down 
Thy  consolations  on  them  that  expect  Thee  :  sanctify  the 
temple  of  our  body,  and  consecrate  it  a  habitation  to  Thyself. 
Make  the  souls  that  desire  Thee  joyful  with  Thy  presence.  Make 
the  house  fit  for  Thee,  the  Inhabitant  :  adorn  Thy  chamber  and 
surround  the  place  of  Thy  rest  with  all  virtues  ;  strew  the  pave- 
ment with  jewels  ;  let  Thy  mansion  shine  with  the  brightness 
of  carbuncles  and  precious  stones  ;  and  let  the  odors  of  all  Thy 
gifts  inwardly  discover  themselves  ;  let  Thy  fragrant  balsam 
perfume  Thy  residence,  and  expel  whatever  is  noisome  and  the 
spring  of  corruption  ;  do  Thou  make  this  our  joy  stable  and 
lasting:  and  this  renovation  of  Thy  creature  do  Thou  continue 
forever  in  unfading  beauty.     Amen. 


LATIN     HYMNS. 


VENI    CREATOR   SPIRITUS. 


The  authorship  of  this  hymn  is  uncertain.  Daniel,  Thesauncs,  IV.  124,  ascribes 
it  to  Charlemagne  (died  814).  The  first  distinct  mention  of  it  is  in  the  Historia  Dela- 
tionis  S.  Marculfi,  a.d.  89S  (given  by  Mabillon  in  his  edition  of  the  Aimales  Ord. 
S.  Bened.  T.  VI.  p.  532).  The  Bollandists  in  the  Acta  Saticiorian,  in  the  Hfe  of 
NoTKER,  ascribe  it  to  Charlemagne.  Daniel  says  that  the  action  of  tlie  Synod, 
assembled  by  his  authority  at  Aquisgranum  in  809,  on  the  doctrine  proposed  by  him 
conceniing  the  procession  of  the  Holy  Spirit  from  the  Father  and  the  Son,  moved  him 
to  the  preparation  of  this  hymn,  and  that  it  was  probably  wi-itten  by  him. 

Others  have  supposed  that  it  was  written  for  Charlemagne  by  Alcuin.  Trench 
says  it  "is  certainly  older." 

Mone,  Lateinische  Hym?ien,  I.  242,  affirms  that  it  could  not  have  been  written 
by  Charlemagne,  who  was  not  sufficiently  master  of  the  Latin  language  to  write  it. 
The  accentuation  in  the  5th  verse  betrays  an  acquaintance  with  the  Greek,  of  which 
Charlemagne  was  ignorant.  He  ascribes  it  to  Gregory  the  Great,  to  the  style 
of  whose  hymns  it  has  much  resemblance. 

Wackernagel,  Kirchenlieder,  I.  75,  agrees  with  Mone  in  ascribing  it  to  Greg- 
ory the  Great.  The  Codex  from  which  the  Hymns  of  Hrabanus  Maurus  were 
edited  (Mayence,  1617)  ascribes  it  to  Hrabanus. 

The  6th  verse,  Da  gatidioruiii  prcemia,  is  generally  conceded  to  be  a  later 
insertion. 

The  Hymn  at  once  took  high  rank  among  the  Spirit- Hymns.  It  was  appointed 
to  be  used,  says  Daniel,  at  the  creation  of  a  Pope,  the  election  of  a  Bishop,  the  coro- 
nation of  Kings,  the  celebration  of  a  Synod,  the  elevation  and  translation  of  saints,  &c. 
In  the  Breviary  it  is  appointed  for  the  Vespers  of  Pentecost,  and  at  Terce,  in  com- 
memoration of  the  descent  of  the  Spirit  upon  the  Apostles  at  that  hour.  It  was  among 
the  earliest  of  the  translations  at  the  Reformation  in  the  German  and  Anglican 
Churches,  and  appointed  for  use  both  in  the  Ordination  service,  and  on  other  important 
occasions. 


Veni  Creator  Splritus, 
Mentes  tuorum  visita, 
Imple  superna  gratia 
Quse  tu  creasti  pectora. 


Qui  Paraclitus  diceris, 
Altissimi  donum  Dei, 
Fons  vivus,  ignis,  caritas, 
Et  spiritalis  unctio. 


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LA  TIN  HYMNS. 


Tu  septiformis  munere, 
I)extrie  Dei  lu  digitus, 
Tu  rite  promissum  Patris, 
Sermone  ditajis  yuttura. 

Accende  lumen  sensibus, 
Infunde  amorem  cordibus, 
Iiifiiina  iiostri  corporis 
Virtute  firmans  perpeti. 


Hostem  repellas  longius, 
Pacemque  dones  protinus, 
Ductore  sic  te  praevio, 
Vitemus  omne  noxium. 


Da  gaudlorum  praemia, 
Da  gratiarum  numera, 
Dissolve  litis  vincula, 
Adstriiige  pacis  foedera. 

Per  te  sciamus  da  Patrem, 
Noscanius  atque  Filium, 
Te  uiriusque  Spiritum 
Credamus  omni  tempore. 

Sit  laws  Patri  cum  Filio, 
Sancto  simul  Paraclito, 
Nobisque  mittat  Filius 
Charisma  Sancti  Spiritfls. 


FIRST   VERSION. 


George  Wither,  1588-1667 :  from  his  Hymyies  and  Soughs  of  the  Church,  1623, 
The  hymn,  he  says,  is  "here  translated  syllable  for  syllable,  and  in  the  same  kind  of 
measure  which  it  hath  in  the  Latin." 


/"^OME,  Holy  Ghost,  the  Maker,  come  ; 
^^     Take  in  the  souls  of  Thine  Thy  place ; 
Thou  whom  our  hearts  had  being  from, 

O  fill  them  with  Thy  heavenly  Grace. 
Thou  art  that  Comfort  from  above 

The  Highest  doth  by  gift  impart ; 
Thou  Spring  of  Life,  a  Fire  of  Love, 

And  the  anointing  Spirit  art. 


Thou  in  Thy  gifts  art  manifold  ; 

God's  right-hand  Finger  thou  art.  Lord 
The  Father's  Promise  made  of  old, 

Our  tongues  enriching  by  Thy  Word. 


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VENI  CREATOR. 

O  give  our  blinded  senses  light ; 

Shed  love  into  each  heart  of  our, 
And  grant  the  body's  feeble  plight 

May  be  enabled  by  Thy  power. 

Far  from  us  drive  awa^^  the  foe, 

And  let  a  speedy  peace  ensue  : 
Our  Leader  also  be,  that  so 

We  every  danger  may  eschew. 
Let  us  be  taught  the  blessed  creed 

Of  Father  and  of  Son  by  Thee, 
And  how  from  Both  Thou  dost  proceed, 

That  our  belief  it  still  may  be. 

To  Thee,  the  Father,  and  the  Son, 
(Whom  past  and  present  times  adore) 

The  One  in  Three,  and  Three  in  One, 
All  glor}^  be  for  evermore  ! 


SECOND   VERSION. 


William  Drummond,  of  Hawthornden,  1585-1649:  a  friend  of  Ben  Jonsox, 
and  "the  first  Scottish  poet  who  wrote  well  in  English."  His  Poems  appeared  1616, 
and  Flowers  of  Zion.  or  Spiritual  Poems^  1623. 


/CREATOR,  Holy  Ghost,  descend  ; 

^^     Visit  our  minds  with  Thy  bright  flame. 

And  Thy  celestial  Grace  extend, 

To  fill  the  hearts  which  Thou  didst  frame  : 


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LA  TIN  HYMNS. 


Who  Paraclete  art  said  to  be, 

Gift  which  the  highest  God  bestows, 

Fountain  of  Life,  Fire,  Charity, 

Ointment  whence  ghostly  blessing  flows. 

Thy  sevenfold  Grace  Thou  down  dost  send, 
Of  God's  right  hand  Thou  Finger  art ; 

Thou,  by  the  Father  promised. 

Unto  our  mouths  dost  speech  impart. 

In  our  dull  senses  kindle  light : 
Infuse  Thy  Love  into  our  hearts, 

Reforming  with  perpetual  might 
The  infirmities  of  fleshly  parts. 

Far  from  our  dwelling  drive  our  foe, 
And  quickly  peace  unto  us  bring ; 

Be  Thou  our  Guide,  before  to  go, 

That  we  may  shun  each  hurtful  thing. 

Be  pleased  to  instruct  our  mind 
To  know  the  Father  and  the  Son  ; 

The  Spirit  who  them  Both  doth  bind 
Let  us  believe,  while  ages  run. 

To  God  the  Father  glory  great, 

x\nd  to  the  Son,  who  from  the  dead 

Arose,  and  to  the  Paraclete 
Beyond  all  time  imagined. 


VENI  CREATOR.  i^i 


THIRD   VERSION. 


Bishop  John  Cosin,  1594-1672.  A  native  of  Norwich  and  scholar  of  Caius  Col- 
lege, Cambridge  :  Prebend  of  Durham,  1624,  rector  of  Branspeth,  1626;  in  1660  Dean 
and  then  Bishop  of  Durliam.  His  Collection  0/  Private  Devotions  for  the  Hours  0/ 
Prayer^  1627,  much  offended  tlie  Puritans,  who  styled  it  "a  book  of  Cozening  Devo- 
tions." This  work  contains  ten  short  hymns  (three  of  them  from  the  Latin),  which 
are  supposed  to  be  his.  This  one  is  found  with  ''  Prayers  for  the  Third  Hour."  At 
the  revision  of  the  Book  of  Common  Prayer  and  Offices  in  1662,  it  was  put  into  the 
Ordinal,  whence  it  has  come  into  nearly  universal  use.  —  Bishop  Cosin  wrote  several 
other  books,  in  English  and  in  Latin. 


/^"^OME,  Holy  Ghost,  our  souls  inspire, 
^-^     And  lighten  with  celestial  fire. 
Thou  the  anointing  Spirit  art, 
Who  dost  Thy  sevenfold  gifts  impart. 
Thy  blessed  unction  from  above 
Is  comfort,  life,  and  fire  of  Love. 
Enable  with  perpetual  light 
The  dulness  of  our  blinded  sight. 
Anoint  and  cheer  our  soiled  face 
With  the  abundance  of  Thy  Grace. 
Keep  far  our  foes  ;   give  peace  at  home  : 
Where  Thou  art  Guide,  no  ill  can  come. 
Teach  us  to  know  the  Father,  Son, 
And  Thee,  of  Both,  to  be  but  One ; 
That  through  the  ages  all  along 
This  may  be  our  endless  song ; 
Praise  to  Thy  eternal  merits 
Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Spirit. 


172.  LA  TIN  HYMNS. 


FOURTH   VERSION. 


This  voluminous  paraphrase  is  one  of  the  few  hymns  added  to  Sternhold  and 
Hopkins'  Old  Version  of  the  Psahns^  and  may  be  nearly  or  quite  as  old:  but  its  date 
and  authorship  are  uncertain.  With  Bishop  Cosin's  version,  it  found  a  place  in  the 
Ordination  and  Consecration  services.  The  text,  here  and  there,  is  somewhat  mod- 
ernized, as  it  stands  in  the  Prayer  Book. 


/^OME,  Holy  Ghost,  eternal  God, 
^-^     Proceeding  from  above, 
Both  from  the  Father  and  the  Son, 

The  God  of  peace  and  Love. 
Visit  our  minds,  into  our  hearts 

Thy  heavenly  Grace  inspire ; 
That  truth  and  godliness  we  may 

Pursue  with  full  desire. 
Thou  art  the  very  Comforter 

In  grief  and  all  distress ; 
The  heavenly  Gift  of  God  most  High ; 

No  tongue  can  it  express ; 
The  fountain  and  the  living  spring 

Of  joy  celestial ; 
The  fire  so  bright,  the  love  so  sweet, 

The  Unction  spiritual. 
Thou  in  Thy  gifts  art  manifold. 

By  them  Christ's  Church  doth  stand : 
In  faithful  hearts  Thou  writ'st  Thy  law, 

The  finger  of  God's  hand. 
According  to  Thy  promise,  Lord, 

Thou  givest  speech  with  grace  ; 
That,  through  Thy  help,  God's  praises  may 

Resound  in  every  place. 


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VENI  CREATOR.  173 

O  Holy  Ghost,  into  our  minds 

Send  down  Thy  heavenly  light, 
Kindle  our  hearts  with  fervent  zeal, 

To  serve  God  day  and  night. 
Our  weakness  strengthen  and  confirm, 

For,  Lord,  thou  know'st  us  frail  ; 
That  neither  devil,  world,  nor  flesh, 

Against  us  may  prevail. 
Our  enemies  put  far  from  us, 

And  help  us  to  obtain  / 

Peace  in  our  hearts  with  God  and  man, 

The  best,  the  truest  gain. 
And  grant  that  Thou  being,  O  Lord, 

Our  Leader  and  our  Guide, 
We  may  escape  the  snares  of  sin. 

And  never  from  Thee  slide. 
Such  measures  of  Thy  powerful  Grace 

Grant,  Lord,  to  us,  we  pray ; 
That  Thou  may'st  be  our  Comforter 

At  the  last  dreadful  day. 
Of  strife  and  of  dissension 

Dissolve,  O  Lord,  the  bands  : 
Tie  fast  the  knots  of  peace  and  love 

Throughout  all  Christian  lands. 
Grant  us  the  grace  that  we  may  know 

The  Father  of  all  might. 
That  we  of  His  beloved  Son 

May  gain  the  blissful  sight. 
And  that  we  may  with  perfect  faith 

Ever  acknowledge  Thee, 


174 


LA  TIN  HYMNS. 


The  Spirit  of  Father,  and  of  Son, 

One  God  in  Persons  Three. 
To  God  the  Father  laud  and  praise,- 

And  to  His  blessed  Son, 
And  to  the  Holy  Spirit  of  Grace, 

Co-equal  Three  in  One. 
And  pray  we,  that  our  only  Lord 

Would  please  His  Spirit  to  send 
On  all  that  shall  profess  His  name, 

From  hence  to  the  world's  end.     Amen. 


FIFTH   VERSION. 


Probably  by  Nahu.m  Tate,  1652-1715:  being  from  the  Supplement  {1703)  to  his 
New  Version  of  the  Psalms.  Though  never  equally  honored  by  the  Church,  it  is 
better  than  the  corresponding  version  from  Sterxhold  and  Hopkins.  He  made 
another,  in  long  metre. 


/'^OME,  Holy  Ghost,  Creator,  come, 

^^     Inspire  the  souls  of  Thine, 

Till  every  heart  which  Thou  hast  made 

Is  filled  with  Grace  divine. 
Thou  art  the  Comforter,  the  Gift 

Of  God,  and  Fire  of  Love  ; 
The  everlasting  Spring  of  joy. 

And  Unction  from  above. 


Thy  gifts  are  manifold ;  Thou  writ'st 

God's  laws  in  each  true  heart : 

The  Promise  of  the  Father,  Thou 

Dost  heavenly  speech  impart. 


VENI  CREATOR.  1 75 

Enlighten  our  dark  souls,  till  they 

Thy  sacred  Love  embrace  ; 
Assist  our  minds,  by  nature  frail, 

With  Thy  celestial  Grace. 

Drive  far  from  us  the  mortal  foe, 

And  give  us  peace  within  ; 
That  by  Thy  guidance  blest,  we  may 

Escape  the  snares  of  sin. 
Teach  us  the  Father  to  confess. 

And  Son,  from  death  revived ; 
And  with  them  Both,  Thee,  Holy  Ghost, 

Who  art  from  Both  derived. 

With  Thee,  O  Father,  therefore  may 

The  Son,  from  death  restored. 
And  sacred  Comforter,  One  God, 

Devoutly  be  adored ; 
As  in  all  ages  heretofore 

Has  constantly  been  done, 
As  now  it  is,  and  shall  be  so 

When  time  his  course  has  run. 


SIXTH   VERSION. 

John  Dryden,  1632-1700.  Josiah  Miller  {Singers  and  Songs  of  the  Churchy 
1869)  says  that  he  is  believed  to  have  written  this  hymn  "late  in  Hfe,  when  he  had 
become  a  Romanist."     It  is  a  free  paraphrase  of  the  original. 

/CREATOR  Spirit,  by  whose  aid 

^^     The  world's  foundations  first  were  laid. 

Come,  visit  every  pious  mind  ; 

Come,  pour  Thy  joys  on  human  kind  : 


176  LATIN  HYMNS. 

From  sin  and  sorrow  set  us  free, 
And  make  Thy  temples  worthy  Thee. 

O  Source  of  uncreated  Light, 
The  Father's  promised  Paraclete  ! 
Thrice  holy  Fount,  thrice  holy  Fire, 
Our  hearts  with  heavenly  love  inspire ; 
Come,  and  Thy  sacred  unction  bring 
To  sanctify  us  while  we  sing. 

Plenteous  of  Grace,  descend  from  high. 
Rich  in  Thy  sevenfold  energy  ! 
Thou  Strength  of  His  almighty  Hand, 
Whose  power  does  heaven  and  earth  command. 
Proceeding  Spirit,  our  Defence, 
Who  dost  the  gifts  of  tongues  dispense. 
And  crown'st  Thy  gift  with  eloquence  ! 
Refine  and  purge  our  earthly  parts ; 
But  O,  inflame  and  fire  our  hearts  I 
Our  frailties  help,  our  vice  control, 
Submit  the  senses  to  the  soul ; 
And  when  rebellious  they  are  grown. 
Then  lay  Thy  hand,  and  hold  'em  down. 

Chase  from  our  minds  the  infernal  foe, 
And  peace,  the  fruit  of  love,  bestow; 
And  lest  our  feet  should  step  astray, 
Protect  and  guide  us  in  the  way. 

Make  us  eternal  truths  receive, 
And  practise  all  that  we  believe  : 
Give  us  Thyself,  that  we  may  see 
The  Father  and  the  Son  by  Thee. 

Immortal  honor,  endless  fame. 
Attend  the  Almighty  Father's  name  : 


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VENI  CREATOR.  177 

The  Saviour  Son  be  glorified, 
Who  for  lost  man's  redemption  died ; 
And  equal  adoration  be, 
Eternal  Paraclete,  to  Thee. 


SEVENTH   VERSION. 


Isaac  Williams,  1802-1865.     His  Hymns  from  the  Parisian  Breviary,  1839, 
though  seldom  fitted  for  popular  use,  have  much  subtle  beauty. 


/^OME,  Thou  Creating  Spirit  blest, 

^^     And  be  our  Guest, 

And  fill  the  hearts  v^^hich  Thou  hast  made 

With  Thy  sweet  shade. 
Thou  who  art  called  the  Paraclete, 

From  Thy  blest  seat, 
The  living  Fount  of  light  and  love, 

Come  from  above. 
Thou  that  in  sevenfold  power  dost  stand 

At  God's  right  hand, 
And  layest  on  the  untutored  tongue 

The  Spirit's  song, 
Unto  our  senses  light  impart, 

Love  to  our  heart ; 
And  may  our  flesh's  infirmity 

Be  strong  in  Thee  : 
May  the  foe's  assaultings  cease, 

And  grant  Thy  peace  ; 
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17^  LATIN  HYMNS. 

That  treading  in  Thy  footsteps  blest, 

We  may  find  rest. 
May  we  by  Thee  the  Father  know, 

And  Son  below. 
And  Thee,  the  Spirit,  come  from  Both, 

Trust,  nothing  loth  ! 
To  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  One, 

Praise  aye  be  done. 
From  whose  sweet  effluence  divine 

We  too  may  shine. 


EIGHTH   VERSION. 

The  Right  Rev.  John  Williams,  D.D.,  now  Bishop  of  Connecticut.     From  a 
little  volume  now  scarce,  Ancient  Hytntis  of  Holy  Church,  Hartford,  1845. 

/CREATOR  Spirit,  come  !     Thy  dwelling-place 
^^     To  make  forever  in  the  newborn  heart. 
And  Thy  supernal  Grace 
Freely  to  us  impart. 

Thou  whom  we  honor  as  the  Paraclete, 
Thou  Gift  of  God,  Thou  Fount  and  Fire  of  Love, 
Most  holy  and  most  sweet. 
And  unction  from  above  : 

Thou     who    the     sevenfold    gifts    dost   bring    from 

heaven, 
Standing  at  God's  right  hand  through  ages  long. 
Thou  who  new  songs  hast  given, 
And  loosed  the  silent  tongue  : 


VENI  CREATOR.  179 

Pour  on  our  senses  all  Thy  holy  light, 
And  to  our  hearts  bid  flow  the  stream  of  love ; 
Our  weakness  turn  to  might, 
Shed  on  us  from  above. 

Drive  far  the  foes  that  seek  our  spirits'  sway. 
And  bind  once  more  the  broken  bonds  of  peace  : 
Lead  us  upon  our  way. 

And  make  our  wanderings  cease. 

Make  us  to  own  through  all  eternity 
Thee,  with  the  Father  and  the  Only  Son, 
The  Holy  Persons,  Three, 
The  glorious  Godhead,  One. 

To  God  the  Father  be  all  glory  given, 
And  to  the  Son  uprisen  from  the  sod  ; 

Who  reign  wdth  Thee  in  heaven, 
One  only  living  God. 


NINTH   VERSION. 


Robert  Campbell,  Esq.,  Solicitor:  compiler  and  chief  author  of  a  small  but 
important  collection  oi  Hymns  and  Anthems  /or  use  in  the  Holy  Services  of  the 
Church,  within  the  United  Diocese  of  St.  A  ndrew^s^  Dunkeid,  a?id  Dimblane : 
Edinburgh,  1S50. 


/CREATOR  Spirit,  Lord  of  Grace, 

^^     O  make  our  hearts  Thy  dwelling-place, 

And  with  Thy  might  celestial  aid 

The  souls  of  those  whom  Thou  hast  made. 


l8o  LATIN  HYMNS. 

Come  from  the  throne  of  God  above, 
O  Paraclete,  O  Holy  Dove, 
Come,  Oil  of  gladness,  cleansing  Fire, 
And  Living  Spring  of  pure  desire. 

O  Finger  of  the  Hand  Divine, 
The  sevenfold  gifts  of  Grace  are  Thine  ; 
And  touched  by  Thee  the  lips  proclaim 
All  praiise  to  God's  most  holy  Name. 

Then  to  our  souls  Thy  light  impart, 
And  give  Thy  Love  to  every  heart ; 
Turn  all  our  weakness  into  might, 
O  Thou,  the  Source  of  Life  and  Light. 

Protect  us  from  the  assailing  foe. 
And  Peace,  the  fruit  of  Love,  bestow ; 
Upheld  by  Thee,  our  Strength  and  Guide, 
No  evil  can  our  steps  betide. 

Spirit  of  Faith,  on  us  bestow 
The  Father  and  the  Son  to  know ; 
And,  of  the  Twain  the  Spirit,  Thee  : 
Eternal  One,  Eternal  Three. 

To  God  the  Father  let  us  sing ; 
To  God  the  Son,  our  risen  King ; 
And  equally  with  These  adore 
The  Spirit,  God  for  evermore. 


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VENI  SANCTE  SPIRIT  US.  I»I 


VENI    SANCTE   SPIRITUS. 


Daniel,  Mone,  Trench,  and  Wackernagel  unite  in  ascribing  this  hymn  to 
Robert  II.  of  France,  who  died  a. d.  1031.  Daniel  says:  "Ail  lovers  of  sacred 
song,  of  every  rank,  hold  the  royal  poet  worthy  to  be  compared  to  David  singing 
psalms  to  the  Name  of  the  Lord."  He  unites  with  Trench  in  quoting  the  words  of 
CnLiCHTov>Ei;s :  "This  Hymn  cannot,  in  my  opinion,  be  too  highly  commended,  for 
it  is  above  all  commendation.  I  can  readily  believe  that  the  author,  whoever  he  was, 
when  he  composed  this  Hymn,  found  his  soul  filled  with  a  certam  celestial  sweetness, 
which,  the  Holy  Spirit  Himself  being  the  Author,  poured  forth  so  much  gentle  elegance 
in  so  few  words  " 

Trench  says:  "  There  exists  no  sufficient  reason  for  calling  in  question  the  attri- 
bution which  has  commonly  been  made  of  it  to  King  Robert.  The  loveliest,  —  for 
however  not  the  grandest,  such  we  call  it,  —  of  all  the  hymns  in  the  whole  circle  of 
Latin  sacred  poetry  has  a  king  for  its  author.  Robert  the  Second,  son  of  Hugh 
Capet,  succeeded  his  father  on  the  throne  of  France  in  997.  He  was  singularly 
addicted  to  church-music,  which  he  enriched,  as  well  as  hymnology,  with  compositions 
of  his  own,  such  as,  I  believe,  to  this  day  hold  their  place  in  the  services  of  the  Romish 
Church.  —  Even  were  the  story  of  the  writer's  life  unknown  to  us,  we  should  guess 
that  this  Hymn  could  only  have  been  composed  by  one  who  had  acquaintance  with 
many  sorrows,  and  also  with  many  consolations.  Nor  should  we  err  herein  ;  for  if  the 
consolations  are  plain  from  the  poem  itself,  the  history  of  those  times  contains  the 
record  of  the  manifold  sorrows,  within  his  own  family  and  without  it,  which  were  the 
portion  of  this  meek  and  afflicted  king." 

Diessenbrock,  at  the  close  of  his  Pentecostal  Sermon  (Sermons,  Ratisbon, 
1841),  says:  "  How  can  I  more  appropriately  close  than  with  that  beautiful  and  tender 
Hymn  which  describes  all  the  gifts  and  operations  of  the  Holy  Spirit  in  the  soul,  so 
minutely,  fervently,  and  with  such  living  power,  that  the  Church  has  ever  listened  to  it 
as  to  the  gentle  cooing  of  the  dove,  and  in  the  whole  of  this  solemn  festival  season 
uses  it  in  her  daily  prayers." 

Frantz  says:  "  The  Hymn  consists  of  5  six-line  stanzas  or  10  half  stanzas,  with 
a  refrain  in  him;  each  3  line  half-stanza  has  three  rhythmic  endings  of  7  syllables 
each,  of  which  two  are  leonine,  and  the  third  corresponds  with  the  third  of  the  follow- 
ing half  stanza.  It  is  therefore  an  attempt  to  attain  a  very  artistic  form,  which  with 
less  warmth  and  skill  would  have  been  stiff." 

The  original  is  given  by  Daniel  and  Mone  from  separate  codices  of  the  13th 
century. 

King  Robert,  says  the  Rev.  James  White,  in  his  brilliant  sketch  of  Eighteen 
Christian  Centuries^  was  a  "saint  according  to  the  notions  of  the  time,  and  even  now 
deserves  the  respect  of  mankind  for  the  simplicity  and  benevolence  of  his  character." 
He  "placed  himself,  robed  and  crowned,  among  the  choristers  of  St.  Denis,  and  led 
the  musicians  in  singing  hymns  and  psalms  of  his  own  composition."  One  may  own 
to  feeling  no  little  kindness  for  a  mediaeval  monarch  of  this  exceptional  sort.  How- 
ever far  from  being  a  sagacious  and  successful  ruler,  he  deserves  a  nobler  title :  and 
Mr.  Gill's  appreciative  lines  may  perhaps  apply  nearly  as  well  to  him  as  to  his  more 
famous  successor,  Saint  Louis:  — 


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LA  TIN  HYMNS. 


O  seldom  doth  Heaven's  sweetest  smile  repose 
Where  Earth  her  utmost  splendor  doth  impress; 

We  look  not,  where  the  kingly  purple  glows, 
For  the  white,  gleaming  robes  of  righteousness. 

Yet  once  the  oil  upon  his  head  was  poured 
Whose  heart  had  won  the  unction  of  God's  Grace ; 

A  sovereign  once  each  humblest  saint  outsoared. 
The  heavenliest  soul  was  in  the  highest  place. 

O  lowliness  of  mortal  majesty ! 

O  sceptred  hand,  God's  righteous  will  that  wrought  I 
Yes,  once  a  throned  servant  faithfully 

His  work  to  the  Divine  Taskmaster  brought. 

O  once  in  the  rough  ways  of  holiness 
A  monarch  walked  as  in  the  paths  of  pleasure; 

And  only  yielded  to  the  sweet  excess 

Of  loving  his  dear  Lord  in  over-measure. 

O  shining  Ones  !  O  People  of  the  sky ! 

Ye  lack  not  quite  the  company  of  Kings : 
Death  clothes  one  monarch  in  new  majesty ; 

To  a  more  glorious  throne  Saint  Lpuis  springs. 


Here  is  Robert's  onvd  hymn! 


Veni  Sancte  Spiritus, 
Et  emitte  coelitus 
Lucis  tuae  radium. 

Veni  pater  pauperum, 
Veni  dator  munerum, 
Veni  lumen  cordium : 

Consolator  optime, 
Dulcis  hospes  animae, 
Dulce  refrigerium : 

In  labore  requies, 
In  aestu  temperies, 
In  fletu  solatium. 

O  lux  beatissjma, 
Reple  cordis  intima 
Tuorum  fidelium. 


Sine  tuo  numine 
Nihil  est  in  homine, 
Nihil  est  innoxium. 

Lava  quod  est  sordidum, 
Riga  quod  est  aridum, 
Sana  quod  est  saucium  : 

Flecte  quod  est  rigidum, 
Fove  quod  est  languidum, 
Rege  quod  est  devium. 

Da  tuis  fidelibus 
In  te  confidentibus 
Sacrum  septenarium ; 

Da  virtutis  meritum, 
Da  salutis  exitum, 
Da  perenne  gaudium. 


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VENI  SANCTE  SPIRITUS.  1 83 


FIRST   VERSION. 

John  Austin  ;  died  1669.     From  Devotions  in  the  Ancient  Way  of  Offices,  i66S. 

/^^OME,  Holy  Spirit,  send  down  those  beams 
^^     Which  gently  flow  in  silent  streams 

From  Thy  bright  throne  in  Heaven  above  : 
Come,  Thou  Enricher  of  the  poor 
And  bounteous  Source  of  all  our  store, 

Come,  till  our  souls  with  Thy  pure  Love. 

Come  Thou,  our  soul's  delicious  Guest, 
The  wearied  pilgrim's  sweetest  Rest, 

The  injured  sufferer's  best  Relief: 
Come  Thou,  our  passions  cool,  allay. 
Whose  comfort  wipes  all  tears  away, 

And  into  joy  turns  all  our  grief. 

Come,  Thou  bright  Sun,  shoot  home  Thy  darts, 
Pierce  to  the  centre  of  our  hearts. 

And  make  our  living  faith  love  Thee. 
Without  Thy  Grace,  without  Thy  Light, 
Our  strength  is  weakness,  our  day  night, 

And  we  can  neither  move  nor  see. 

Lord,  wash  our  sinful  stains  away, 
Water  from  Heaven  our  barren  clay, 

Our  many  mortal  bruises  heal ; 
To  Thy  sweet  yoke  our  stiff*  necks  bow, 
Warm  with  Th}^  fire  our  hearts  of  snow, 

And  soon  our  wandering  feet  repeal. 


184 .  LA  TIN  HYMNS. 

O  grant  Thy  faithful,  dearest  Lord, 
Whose  only  hope  is  Thy  sure  word, 

The  saving  gifts  of  Thy  good  Spirit ; 
Grant  us  in  life  t'  obey  Thy  Grace, 
Grant  us  at  death  to  see  Thy  face. 

And  heaven's  eternal  joys  inherit. 

All  glory  to  the  sacred  Three, 
One  ever  living  Deity, 

All  power  ascribe,  and  bliss,  and  praise  ; 
As  at  the  first  when  time  begun. 
May  the  same  homage  still  be  done. 

While  time  does  last,  when  time  decays. 


SECOND   VERSION. 

Edward  Caswall  ;  bom  1814 :  once  a  priest  of  the  English  Church,  now  of  the 
Romish  He  is  the  most  extensive  (except  Mr.  Chambers)  and  one  of  the  most  suc- 
cessful, among  translators  from  the  Latin :  his  Lyra  Catholica,  1848,  is  a  book  of 
value  for  all.  This  is  generally  allowed  to  be  the  best  version  of  Vent  Sancte,  and 
is  in  itself  a  very  lovely  hymn. 


H 


OLY  Spirit,  Lord  of  Light ! 

From  Thy  clear  celestial  height 
Thy  pure  beaming  radiance  give  : 


Come,  Thou  Father  of  the  poor ! 
Come  with  treasures  which  endure  ! 
Come,  Thou  Light  of  all  that  live. 

Thou  of  all  consolers  best. 
Visiting  the  troubled  breast. 
Dost  refreshing  peace  bestow  : 


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VENI  SANCTE  SPIRIT  US.  185 

Thou  in  toil  art  Comfort  sweet, 
Pleasant  Coolness  in  the  heat, 
Solace  in  the  midst  of  woe. 


Lio^ht  immortal !   Liiiht  divine  ! 


Visit  Thou  these  hearts  of  Thine 
And  our  inmost  being  fill : 

If  Thou  take  Thy  Grace  away, 

Nothing  pure  in  man  will  stay, 

All  his  good  is  turned  to  ill. 


Heal  our  wounds,  our  strength  renew; 
On  our  dryness  pour  Th}^  dew  ; 
Wash  the  stains  of  guilt  away  : 

Bend  the  stubborn  heart  and  will ; 
Melt  the  frozen,  warm  the  chill ; 
Guide  the  steps  that  go  astray. 

Thou  on  those  who  evermore 
Thee  confess  and  Thee  adore, 
In  Thy  sevenfold  gifts  descend  : 

Give  them  comfort  when  they  die  ; 
Give  them  life  with  Thee  on  high  ; 
Give  them  joys  which  never  end. 


i86 


LATIN  HYMNS. 


THIRD  VERSION. 


Frederic  William  Faber.     From  Jesus  and  Mary,  1S49. 

/^OME,  Holy  Spirit !  from  the  height 

^^     Of  heaven  send  down  Thy  blessed  light ! 

Come,  Father  of  the  friendless  poor  ! 
Giver  of  gifts,  and  Light  of  hearts. 
Come  with  that  unction  w^hich  imparts 

Such  consolations  as  endure. 

The  soul's  Refreshment  and  her  Guest, 
Shelter  in  heat,  in  labor  Rest, 

The  sweetest  Solace  in  our  w^oe  ! 
Come,  blissful  Light !   O  come  and  fill, 
In  all  Thy  faithful,  heart  and  will. 

And  make  our  inward  fervor  glow. 

Where  Thou  art,  Lord  !  there  is  no  ill, 
For  evil's  self  Thy  Light  can  kill. 

O  let  that  Light  upon  us  rise  ! 
Lord,  heal  our  wounds,  and  cleanse  our  stains. 
Fountain  of  Grace  !  and  with  Thy  rains 

Our  barren  spirits  fertilize. 

Bend  with  Thy  fires  our  stubborn  will. 
And  quicken  what  the  world  w^ould  chill. 

And  homeward  call  the  feet  that  strav  : 
Virtue's  reward  and  final  grace. 
The  Eternal  Vision  face  to  face. 

Spirit  of  Love  I  for  these  \ve  pray. 


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VENI  SANCTE  SPIRITUS.  1 87 

Come,  Holy  Spirit !  bid  us  live  ; 
To  those  who  trust  Thy  mercy  give 

Joys  that  through  endless  ages  flow : 
Thy  various  gifts,  foretastes  of  Heaven, 
Those  that  are  named  Thy  sacred  Seven, 

On  us,  O  God  of  Love,  bestow  ! 


FOURTH  VERSION. 
Robert  Campbell,  1850. 

/^OME,  O  Spirit,  Lord  of  Grace  ! 
^^    From  Thy  heavenly  dwelling-place 
Bring  pure  light  our  gloom  to  chase. 

Thine  to  wipe  the  bitter  tear, 
Thine  the  lonely  heart  to  cheer : 
Fainting  spirits  find  Thee  near. 

Come,  O  Light  most  pure  and  blest, 
Come,  and  fill  each  longing  breast ; 
Be  Thy  people's  constant  Guest. 

Come  to  cleanse  the  guilty  stain. 
On  the  hardened  heart  to  rain. 
Wounds  of  sin  to  heal  agrain. 


To  Thy  will  the  stubborn  mould. 
Warm  and  melt  the  bosom  cold. 
Bring  the  erring  to  the  Fold. 


l88  LA  TIN  HYMNS. 

Unto  us  who  seek  Thy  face, 
And  in  Thee  reliance  place, 
Give  Thy  sevenfold  gifts  of  Grace. 

Pardon  grant  if  we  offend, 
Grant  us  space  till  we  amend, 
Joy  above  that  knows  no  end. 


FIFTH   VERSION. 


Dr.  John  Mason  Neale:  from  tlie  Hymiial  NoteeL,  1S51.    (The  only  rendering 
which  follows  the  original  in  the  double  ending  of  each  third  line.) 


/^OME,  Thou  Holy  Paraclete, 
^-^     And  from  Thy  celestial  seat 
Send  Thy  light  and  brilliancy  : 

Father  of  the  poor,  draw  near, 
Giver  of  all  gifts,  be  here  ; 

Come,  the  soul's  true  radiancy: 

Come,  of  comforters  the  best. 
Of  the  soul  the  sweetest  guest,  — 
Come  in  toil  refreshingly  : 

Thou  in  labor  rest  most  sweet. 
Thou  art  shadow  from  the  heat, 
Comfort  in  adversity. 

O  Thou  Light  most  pure  and  blest. 
Shine  within  the  inmost  breast 
Of  Thy  faithful  company. 


VENI  SANCTE  SPIRITC/S. 

Where  Thou  art  not,  man  hath  nought 
Every  holy  deed  and  thought 
Comes  from  Thy  Divinity. 

What  is  soiled,  make  Thou  pure  ; 
What  is  wounded,  work  its  cure ; 
What  is  parched,  fructify  : 

What  is  rigid,  gently  bend  ; 
What  is  frozen,  warmly  tend; 
Strengthen  what  goes  erringly. 

Fill  Thy  faithful,  who  confide 
In  Thy  power  to  guard  and  guide, 
With  Thy  sevenfold  Mystery  : 

Here  Thy  grace  and  virtue  send ; 
Grant  Salvation  in  the  end, 
And  in  Heaven  felicity. 


SIXTH   VERSION. 
Dr.  Ray  Palmer  of  New  York,  1858  :  perhaps  the  best  of  his  translations. 

/^OME,  Holy  Ghost,  in  love 
^^     Shed  on  us  from  above 

Thine  own  bright  ray  ! 
Divinely  good  Thou  art ; 
Thy  sacred  gifts  impart 
To  gladden  each  sad  heart : 

O  come  to-day  ! 


ipo 


LA  TIN  HYMNS. 


Come,  tenderest  Friend,  and  best, 
Our  most  delightful  Guest, 

With  soothing  power : 
Rest,  which  the  weary  know. 
Shade,  'mid  the  noontide  glow. 
Peace,  when  deep  griefs  o'erflow, 

Cheer  us,  this  hour  ! 

Come,  Light  serene,  and  still 
Our  inmost  bosoms  fill ; 

Dwell  in  each  breast : 
We  know  no  dawn  but  Thine  ; 
Send  forth  Thy  beams  divine, 
On  our  dark  souls  to  shine. 

And  make  us  blest ! 

Exalt  our  low  desires  ; 
Extinguish  passion's  fires ; 

Heal  every  wound  : 
Our  stubborn  spirits  bend ; 
Our  icy  coldness  end  ; 
Our  devious  steps  attend. 

While  heavenward  bound. 


Come,  all  the  faithful  bless  ; 
Let  all,  who  Christ  confess, 

His  praise  employ  : 
Give  virtue's  rich  reward  ; 
Victorious  death  accord, 
And,  with  our  glorious  Lord, 

Eternal  joy ! 


VENI  SUP  ERNE  SPIRITUS.  1 91 


VENI    SUPERNE    SPIRITUS. 

Of  the  origin  of  this  hymn  little  or  nothing  is  known  :  it  is  found  in  recent  Galircan 
Breviaries.     Version  by  Isaac  Williams,  1839. 

/^^OME,  Spirit  from  above  ! 

^^    Earth,  washed  with  blood  of  Him  that  died, 

With  eyes  of  awe  and  love, 
Awaits  Thee,  calm  and  purified. 

Come,  in  the  holy  name 
Of  Him  who  hath  gone  up  on  high : 

With  Thy  Baptism  of  flame 
Cleanse  Thou  our  hearts,  and  sanctify. 

A  Father,  gone  from  sight, 
We  mourn  ;  pity  our  orphanhood, 

And  with  Thy  gentle  might 
Heal  us,  and  help  us  to  be  good. 

The  lesson  His  sweet  care 
Forbore  to  teach  the  untutored  heart, 

As  yet  unschooled  to  bear, 
With  Thy  life-giving  dew  impart. 

The  things  by  seer  of  old 
Darkly  and  dim  in  shadow  seen, 

Nations  come  to  behold  ; 
For  Thou  hast  rent  the  veil  between. 

Thy  blest  anointing  give  ; 
The  letters,  now  on  mute  heart  writ. 

Then  shall  come  forth  and  live, 
By  Thy  celestial  brightness  lit. 


1 92  LA  TIN  HYMNS. 

Throughout  eternity 
Unto  the  Father  and  the  Son 

And  Spirit,  glory  be  ; 
The  Spirit,  binding  Three  in  One. 


SECOND  VERSION. 


William  John  Blew.     From  his  Church  Hymn  and  Tune  Book,  1851-5. 


/^~^OME,  heavenly  Spirit,  come  : 

^^    Cleansed  by  Christ's  Blood,  all  lands 

For  Thee  prepare  a  home, 

To  Thee  stretch  forth  their  hands. 


The  Christ  ascended  hath  : 
Thou  then  His  promise  pay. 

And  in  Thy  fiery  bath 

Our  bosoms  wash  this  day. 

Our  missing  One  we  mourn ; 

Then  pity  our  distress  ; 
O  comfort  the  forlorn 

And  cheer  the  fatherless. 

What  Christ  forbore  to  teach 
To  hearts  unfit  to  know, 

Now  in  the  mind  of  each 
Engraft,  that  it  may  grow. 


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ADSIS  SC/PERNE  SPIRITUS. 

Let  Truth  from  ancient  seers 

In  shadow  half  concealed, 
Now  ring  in  all  men's  ears, 

Now  lie  to  all  revealed. 

Let  Thy  sweet  unction  school 
All  hearts,  and  on  them  write 

The  Law's  now  silent  rule 
In  characters  of  light. 

To  Sire  and  Son  be  praise ; 

Praise,  Holy  Ghost,  to  Thee, 
The  Bond  of  Both  always, 

Through  all  eternity. 

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ADSIS    SUPERNE   SPIRITUS. 

Of  obscure  origin.     Version  by  Isaac  Williams,  1839. 

T  TAIL,  Father  of  the  poor,  and  Friend  benign, 
-*-  -'-  Immortal  Spirit  Divine  ! 

From  out  Thine  own  prolific  bosom  pour 
Thy  promised  blessings  on  the  barren  earth, 

Which  gladdeneth  at  Thy  birth. 
Here,  where  night  comes  from  Heaven's  alternate 

door 
To  muffle  up  the  blooming  eye  of  day, 
With  uncreated  ray 
Shine  forth,  cease  not  to  shine ; 
Shine  in  our  hearts,  good  Spirit,  evermore. 

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194 


LA  TIN  HYMNS. 


Thou  of  the  inner  heart  art  Guest  and  Friend, 
Thou  ot'  all  labors  art  the  sweet  Repose  ; 
Thou  op'st  the  fount  of  woes, 
The  cup  of  sorrow  at  Thy  bidding  flows. 
But  Thou  dost  Thy  pure  joys  divinely  blend, 
And  as  the  blended  streams  flow  forth  apace, 
Dost  o'er  them  pitying  bend. 
Thou  art  the  Fount  of  Grace  : 
Grant  us  with  holy  hardness  to  contend, 
To  conquer  and  to  win  the  immortal  end, 
Which  is  to  see  Thy  face. 
And  ever  sing  in  the  undefiled  place 
The  Father,  Son  and  Thee,  the  Spirit  benign. 

Bathed  in  whose  fires  divine, 
Even  our  dull  hearts  may  catch  the  light  and  shine. 


SECOND   VERSION. 


Probably  by  Joseph  Francis  Thrupp,  Vicar  of  Barrington,  Cambridgeshire; 
from  his  Psalms  and  Hyinns^  date  not  given. 


/'^OME,  Thou  heavenly  Spirit  pure, 
^-^     Come,  Enricher  of  the  poor; 
Thou,  of  all  good  gifts  the  best. 
Come,  our  bosom's  inmost  Guest. 

Bid  Thy  beams  of  Truth  divine 
Brighth'  on  our  darkness  shine  : 
Light  to  every  mind  impart. 
Strength  to  every  fainting  heart. 


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ADSIS  SUP  ERNE   SPIRIT  US.  195 

All  the  pomp  and  painted  show 
Of  the  luring  world  o'erthrow, 
Lest  its  colors,  falsely  gay, 
Tempt  us  from  Thy  paths  to  stray. 

Let  Thy  lamp  with  splendor  bright 
Far  outshine  each  earthly  light, 
That,  from  vanity  set  free, 
We  may  seek  to  rise  to  Thee. 

Distant  far  from  Thee  we  roam  ; 
Bring  Thou  then  Thine  exiles  home  : 
Guide  to  Thee  each  wandering  soul, 
Thou  our  Road,  and  Thou  our  Goal. 

Glory  to  the  Father  be. 
Glory  to  the  Son  and  Thee  : 
May  our  breasts,  even  here  below, 
With  Thy  glorious  presence  glow. 


THIRD    VERSION. 


A  paraphrase  by  Dr.  Horatius  Bonar,  from  his  Hymns  of  Faith  and  Hope, 
Second  Series,  iS6i. 


/^"^OME,  heavenly  Spirit,  come, 
^^     Kind  Father  of  the  poor  ! 


The  Giver  and  the  Gift, 
Enter  my  lowly  door. 
Be  Guest  within  my  heart, 
Nor  ever  hence  depart. 


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LATIN  HYMNS. 


Thou  the  eternal  Truth  ! 

Into  dark  hearts  steal  in ; 
True  Light,  give  light  to  souls 

Sunk  in  the  night  of  sin  ; 
True  Strength,  put  forth  Thy  power 
For  us  in  evil  hour ! 

Ours  is  a  world  of  whiles, 

Of  beauteous  vanities : 
Come,  and  in  us  destroy 

Its  fair  impurities. 
Lest,  by  its  tempting  arts. 
From  Thee  it  steal  our  hearts. 

Unveil  Thy  glorious  self 

To  us,  6  Holy  One, 
That  Thou  into  our  hearts 

Mayst  shine.  Thyself  alone  ! 
Saved  from  earth's  vanities. 
To  Thee  we  long  to  rise. 

Renew  us.  Holy  One  ! 

O  purge  us  in  Thy  fire ; 
Refine  us,  heavenly  Flame, 

Consume  each  low^  desire  : 
Prepare  us  as  a  sacrifice. 
Well-pleasing  in  Thine  eyes. 


Far  from  Thee  we  have  lived. 
Exiles  from  home  and  Thee 
O  bring  us  back  in  love. 


ADS  IS  SUP  ERNE  SPIRITUS.  197 

End  our  captivity. 
Be  Thou  the  Way  we  wend, 
Be  Thou  that  Way's  blest  End. 

Glory  to  the  Father  be, 

Glory  to  the  equal  Son, 
Glory  to  the  Spirit  be. 

Glory  to  the  Three-in-One. 
Spirit,  'tis  Thy  breath  divine 
Makes  these  hearts  to  burn  and  shine. 


FOURTH   VERSION. 
By  Edwin  L.  Blenkinsopp:  from  Lyra  Messianica,  1864. 

/"^OME,  O  Spirit,  graciously  ! 
^"^     Fount  of  Light,  shine  lucidly 

In  the  gloomiest  night  : 
Be  Thou  Peace  to  weary  souls ; 
When  the  turbid  ocean  rolls, 

Then  let  there  be  Li^fht. 

Scatter  far  vain  fantasies  : 
Heal  the  wounded  consciences 

Poisoned  by  their  sin  : 
Fill  each  heart  with  charity 
From  Thy  bounteous  Deity 

Pouring  Grdce  within. 

Charity  which  flows  from  Thee, 
Triple  mail  of  charity, 
Gird  around  our  heart ; 


igS  LATIN  HYMNS. 

Lest  our  great  nocturnal  foe 
Slay  us  with  a  secret  blow 
From  his  fiery  dart. 

Guard  the  trembling  penitent, 
Mingle  peaceful  heart-content 

With  his  anxious  strife  : 
Make  the  stream  of  flowing  tears 
Lead  on  through  the  vale  of  years 

To  eternal  Life. 


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NUNX    SANCTE    NOBIS    SPIRITUS. 

Wackernagel  ascribes  this  to  St.  Ambrose,  who  died  a.d.  397.  Daniel  in  his 
first  volume  calls  it  Ambrosian  (a  term  applied  to  a  mass  of  hymns  resembling  those 
of  Ambrose  in  style  and  structure,  though  of  later  date) :  and  in  his  fifth  volume  refers 
its  first  appearance  to  the  7th  or  Sth  century.  The  earliest  MS  of  it  is  at  Darmstadt, 
and  of  the  Sth  century.  It  has  always  been  used  at  Terce  (the  third  hour).  The  dox- 
ology  is  a  later  addition.  Translation  by  the  famous  Dr.  John  Henry  Newm.\n, 
1S36,  from  one  of  the  Tracts  for  the  Times.     He  has  since  rewritten  it. 

/^^OME,  Holy  Ghost,  who  ever  One 
^^     x\rt  with  the  Father  and  the  Son  : 
Come,  Holy  Ghost,  our  souls  possess 
With  Thy  full  flood  of  holiness. 

Let  mouth  and  heart  and  flesh  combine 
To  herald  forth  our  creed  divine  ; 
And  Love  so  wrap  our  mortal  frame, 
Others  may  catch  the  living  flame. 

Thou  ever-blessed  Three  in  One, 
O  Father  and  coequal  Son, 
O  Holy  Ghost  the  Comforter, 
Thy  Grace  on  Thy  redeemed  confer. 


NUNC  SANCTE  NOBIS  SPIRIT  US.  1 99 


SECOND   VERSION. 


John  Chandler,  Vicar  of  Witley,  Surrey,  and  Rural  Dean.    From  his  Hymtts 
of  the  Primitii'e  Church,  1S37  ;  a  very  meritorious  and  important  work. 


"DLEST  Spirit,  one  with  God  above, 
^^     Thou  Source  of  life  and  holy  love, 
O  cheer  us  with  Thy  sacred  beams. 
Refresh  us  with  Thy  plenteous  streams. 

O  may  our  lips  confess  Thy  Name, 
Our  holy  lives  Thy  power  proclaim  : 
With  love  divine  our  hearts  inspire, 
And  fill  us  with  Thy  holy  fire. 

O  holy  Father,  holy  Son, 
And  Holy  Spirit,  Three  in  One, 
Thy  grace  devoutly  we  implore  ; 
Thy  Name  be  praised  for  evermore. 


THIRD   VERSION. 


A  free  paraphrase,  by  Mrs.  Jane  Fox  Crewdson,  of  Manchester:    1809-1S63. 
From  The  Little  While,  and  other  Poems.  1864. 


OHOLY  Spirit,  who  art  One 
With  God  the  Father,  God  the  Son  ; 
For  the  dear  sake  of  Him  who  died, 
Let  not  my  prayer  be  turned  aside. 
But  answer  it,  O  Holy  Dove, 
By  breathing  o'er  my  soul  His  Love. 


200  LATIN  HYMNS. 

Oft  as  m\'  feet  approach  Thy  shrine, 

Upon  my  heart's  affections  shine; 

And  as  my  lips  Thy  praises  sing, 

O  consecrate  the  offering  ; 

And  let  Thy  sanctifying  Grace 

Make  my  whole  soul  Thy  dwelling-place  ! 

My  Father,  hallowed  be  Thy  Name  : 
And  glory  be  to  Him  who  came 
To  take  my  flesh,  and  bear  my  load, 
And  lead  the  sinner  back  to  God : 
And  be  the  psalm  of  praise  to  Thee, 
Great  Paraclete,  eternally. 

O    FONS   AMORIS    SPIRITUS. 

Of  unknown  origin.     Version  by  John  Chandler,  1837. 

r^  HOLY  Spirit,  Lord  of  grace, 
^-^     Eternal  Source  of  Love, 
Inflame,  we  pray,  our  inmost  hearts 
With  fire  from  Heaven  above. 

As  Thou  dost  join  with  holiest  bonds 

The  Father  and  the  Son, 
So  fill  Thy  saints  with  mutual  love 

And  link  their  hearts  in  one. 

To  God  the  Father,  God  the  Son, 

And  God  the  Holy  Ghost, 
Eternal  glory  be  from  man. 

And  from  the  angel-host. 


SANCri  SPIRITUS  ADSIT  NOBIS  GRATIA.      20I 

SECOND       VERSION. 
Isaac  Williams,  1839. 

r^  SPIRIT,  Fount  of  Love, 
^-^     Unlock  Thy  temple  door, 

And  on  our  spirits  pour 
Thy  day  spring  from  above. 

O  Thou  of  the  great  Three 

Who  art  the  Union, 

Unite  us  all  in  one 
In  bonds  of  charity.  ^ 

Glory  to  God  on  high, 

And  Him  that  cometh  down 
Poor  fallen  man  to  own. 

And  Spirit  ever  nigh. 

SANCTI    SPIRITUS    ADSIT   NOBIS    GRATIA. 

By  NoTKER,  a  monk  of  St.  Gall:  died  about 912  ;  author  of  the  famous  hymn, 
"  In  the  midst  of  life  we  are  in  death,"  and  introducer  of  a  new  style  of  sacred  poetry. 
This  sequence,  says  the  translator,  "was  in  use  all  over  Europe,  even  in  those  coun- 
tries, like  Italy  and  Spain,  which  usually  rejected  sequences.  In  the  Missal  of  Palencia 
the  priest  is  ordered  to  hold  a  white  dove  in  his  hand  while  intoning  the  first  syllables, 
and  then  to  let  it  go."  —  Prose  version  by  Dr.  John  Mason  Neale,  in  his  Mediceval 
Hymns  and  Sequences,  second  edition,  1S63. 

'THHE  Grace  of  the  Holy  Ghost  be  present  with  us  ; 
And  make  our  hearts  a  dwelling-place  to  Itself; 
x\nd  expel  from  them  all  spiritual  wickedness. 
Merciful  Spirit,  Illuminator  of  men, 


202  LA  TIN  HYMNS. 

Purge  the  fearful  shades  of  our  mind. 

O  holy  Lover  of  thoughts  that  are  ever  wise, 

Of   Thy    mercy    pour   forth  Thine   Anointing   into 

our  senses. 
Thou  Purifier  of  all  iniquities,  O  Spirit, 
Purify  the  eye  of  our  inner  man, 
To   the   end  that  the  Father  of  all  things  may  be 

seen  by  us, 
He,  whom  the  eyes  of  none  save  the  pure  in  heart 

can  behold. 
Thou  didst  inspire  the  Prophets  to  chant  aforehand 

their  glorious  heralding  of  Christ. 
Thou  didst  confirm  the  x\postles,  so  that  they  shall 

bear  Christ's  glorious  trophy  through  the  whole 

world. 
When,    by   His   Word,    God   made   the   system  of 

heaven,  earth,  seas. 
Thou    didst    stretch    out   Thy    Godhead    over   the 

waters,  and  didst  cherish  them,  O  Spirit ! 
Thou   dost   give   virtue    to    the    waters    to    quicken 

souls  ; 
Thou,  by  Thine  inspiration,  grantest  to  men  to  be 

spiritual. 
Thou  didst  unite  the  world,  divided  both  in  tongues 

and  rites,  O  Lord  ! 
Thou    recallest   idolaters    to   the   worship   of  God, 

Best  of  masters  ! 
Wherefore   of  Thy   mercy   hear  us  who   call  upon 

Thee,  Holy  Ghost, 
Without  Whom,  as  the  faith  teaches,  all  our  prayers 

are  in  vain,  and  unworthv  of  the  ears  of  God. 


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SANCTI  SPIRITUS  ADSIT  NOBIS  GRATIA.      203 

Thou,  O  Spirit,  who  by  embracing  the  saints  of  all 
ages,  dost  teach  them  by  the  impulse  of  Thy 
Divinity  ; 

Thyself,  by  bestowing  on  the  Apostles  of  Christ  a 
Gift  immortal,  and  unheard  of  from  all  ages, 

Hast  made  this  day  glorious. 


A   METRICAL   VERSION. 

By  Erastus  C.  Benedict,  LL.D.,  of  the   New  York  Bar,  translator  of  The 
Hymn  of  Hildebert^  and  other  Medi<Bval  Hymns.     Contributed. 

/^OME  Holy  Spirit,  with  Thy  Grace, 

^^     And  make  our  hearts  Thy  dwelling-place, 

Our  vices  all  expelling. 
Thou  only  Source  of  light  divine. 
Come,  chase  away,  wdth  beams  of  Thine, 

The  darkness  in  us  dwelling. 

Lover  of  thoughts  forever  wise, 
Do  Thou  our  senses  exercise. 

Thine  unction  on  them  pouring. 
Spirit  that  cleanseth  every  Sin, 
Come  purify  our  eye  within. 

The  soul  to  sight  restoring. 

For  then.  Almighty  Maker,  we 
May  face  to  face  look  up  to  Thee, 

The  sacred  precept  showing. 
That  none,  except  the  pure  in  heart, 
Can  ever  see  Thee  as  Thou  art. 

Thy  presence  ever  knowing. 


204.  LA  TIN  HYMNS. 

When  by  His  Word,  God  called  to  birth, 
The  frame  of  sea  and  skies  and  earth, 

Thou  on  the  waters  moving, 
With  gracious  goodness  didst  incline 
To  cherish  them  with  power  divine, 

The  Spirit's  Godhead  proving. 

Thou  dost  the  waters  fructify, 
And  there  the  gift  of  life  supply. 

Thy  breath  the  gift  bestowing. 
Thou  Spirit,  breathing  on  the  soul, 
Dost  bring  it  in  Thine  own  control, 

Like  Thee  in  spirit  growing. 

Thou,  holy  prophets  didst  impel 
The  coming  Saviour  to  foretel, 

By  inspiration  teaching. 
Thou  strengthenedst  His  Apostles  too, 
To  bear  the  cross  the  nations  through. 

His  blessed  Gospel  preaching. 

And  Thou  this  day  hast  glorious  made ; 
And  here,  Thy  wondrous  power  displayed 
.  The  spread  of  truth  presages. 
The  apostles'  faith  Thou  didst  restore. 
By  gifts  to  them  unknown  before, 
Unheard  in  all  the  ages. 

And  here  in  one  Thy  power  unites 
The  world,  which  man}-  tongues  and  rites 
In  former  times  divided. 


ALMUM  FLAMEN,    VITA   MUNDI.  205 

Thou  Best  of  masters,  by  Thy  Grace, 
Idohiters  in  every  place 

To  worship  God  are  guided. 

Then,  Holy  Ghost,  with  willing  ear 
We  pray  Thee  now  our  prayers  to  hear, 
«     Without  Thee  unavailing. 
Thou  who  Thy  saints  hast  always  taught, 
To  Thy  embrace  they  must  be  brought : 
Now  make  our  prayers  prevailing. 


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ALMUM    FLAMEN,   VITA    MUNDL 


Authorship  and  date  unknown.  Partial  version  by  Dr.  Herbert  Kynaston,  a 
London  Rector;  born  1809.  From  his  Occasional  Hymns,  1862.  There  is  another 
translation,  in  seven  nine-line  verses,  in  Edward  Caswall's  Poems,  1858. 


/^"^ENIAL  Spirit,  earth's  Emotion, 
^^      Pulsing  with  the  gush  of  love, 
Source  of  life  to  land  and  ocean, 
Sun  and  moon  and  stars  above ; 
Life  of  life,  on  all  beneath 
Breathing  joy  and  living  breath, 
Only  rest  and  motion  giving. 
Spirit,  to  all  creatures  living  ! 

Come,  eternal  God,  Creator, 

With  Thy  sevenfold  gifts  endued. 

Waning  earth's  Regenerator, 
Peaceful  Giver  of  all  good ; 


2o6  LA  TIN  HYMNS. 

Comfort  of  the  weary  heart, 
Joy  to  all  where'er  Thou  art ; 
Once  the  Babel  tongues'  delusion, 
Now  the  living  Word's  diffusion  ! 

O'er  the  darkling  waters  moving,  « 

Ere  one  ray  was  on  the  deep, 

All  its  chaos  clouds  reproving, 
Stirring  all  its  mighty  sleep  ; 
Softly  then  the  ruined  earth 
Waking  to  its  second  birth, 

O'er  the  fountain  depths  exuding 

With  Thy  dove-like  pinions  brooding  ! 

With  Thy  blasts  the  trumpets  seven 
Widely  through  the  earth  were  blown, 

Where  the  angel  stood,  from  heaven 
Thundered  out  before  the  throne  ; 
All  the  world  beneath  the  skies 
Lighting  to  the  Gospel-prize, 

From  the  fiery  arrows  shielding 

With  Thy  sevenfold  buckler's  wielding. 


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O  IGNIS  SFIRITUS  PARACLITI.  207 


O    IGNIS    SPIRITUS    PARACLITI. 

This  lovely  sequence  is  ascribed  to  St.  Hildegarde,  Abbess  of  the  Cloister 
Rupertsburg  near  Bingen  :  died  1179  or  1197.  It  was  printed  by  MoNii,  I.  234:  here 
is  his  account  of  it.  "  A  MS.  of  the  12th  century  at  Wiesbaden,  containing  the  letters 
of  Hildegarde,  gives  this  hymn  with  the  music :  the  hymn  was  probably  written  by  her. 
In  the  several  parts,  assonances  and  even  rhymes  are  noticeable,  but  there  is  no 
regular  division  into  correspondent  verses,  as  in  the  tropes  and  sequences.  Hilde- 
garde appears  no  longer  to  have  recognized  the  rules  of  Notker's  sequences,  and 
probably  held  them  to  be  unmetrical  hytnns,  like  the  Latin  psalms."  The  original  is 
also  in  Daniel,  V.  201.  Translated  by  Richard  Frederic  Littledale,  D.C.  L.  , 
a  voluminous  author  and  eminent  Churchman ;  and  contributed  by  him  to  Lyra  Afes- 
s/auica,  1864:  afterwards  inserted  in  The  People^ s  Hymnal,  1867. 

OFIRE  of  God  the  Comforter,  O  Life  of  all  that 
live, 
Hol}^  art  Thou  to  quicken  us,  and  holy,  strength  to 

give  : 
To  heal  the  broken-hearted  ones,  their  sorest  wounds 

to  bind, 
O  Spirit  of  all  holiness,  O  Lover  of  mankind  ! 
O  sweetest  taste  within  the  breast,  O  Grace  upon  us 

poured. 
That  saintly  hearts  may  give  again  their  perfume 

to  the  Lord. 
O  purest  Fountain  !   we  can  see,  clear  mirrored  in 

Thy  streams. 
That  God  brings  home  the  wanderers,  that  God  the 

lost  redeems. 
O  Breastplate  strong  to  guard  our  life,  O  Bond  of 

unity, 
O  Dwellingplace   of   Righteousness,  save   all  who 

trust  in  Thee  : 
Defend  those  who  in  dungeon  dark  are  prisoned  by 

the  foe, 


2o8.  LA  TIN  HYMNS. 

And,  for  Thy  will  is  aye  to  save,  let  Thou  the  c.ip- 

tives  go. 
O  surest  Way,  that  through  the  height  and  through 

the  lowest  deep 
And  through  the  earth  dost  pass,  and  all  in  firmest 

union  keep ; 
From  Thee  the  clouds  and  ether  move,  from  Thee 

the  moisture  flows, 
From  Thee  the  waters  draw  their  rills,   and  earth 

with  verdure  glows, 
And  Thou  dost  ever  teach  the  wise,  and  freely  on 

them  pour 
The  inspiration  of  Thy  gifts,  the  gladness  of  Thy 

lore. 
All  praise  to  Thee,   O  Joy  of  life,    O   Hope    and 

'Strength,  we  raise, 
Who  givest  us  the  prize  of  Light,  who  art  Thyself 

all  Praise. 


ANOTHER  VERSION. 

By  the  Rev.  T.  G.  Crippen':  from  his  Ancient  Hymns  and  Poems,  London, 
iS6S.  Of  Dr.  Littledale's  version,  above  given,  he  says:  "It  is  thought  that  the 
following  imitation,  though  somewhat  diluted,  will  give  a  more  correct  idea  of  the  char- 
acter of  the  original." 

r\  COMFORTER,  Thou  uncreated  Fire, 

^^     Who  dost  each  living  thing  with  life  inspire  I 

Holy  art  Thou,  to  quicken  all  the  creatures  Thou 

hast  made  ; 
Holy  art  Thou,   to  sorely  broken   hearts   affording 

aid; 


O  IGNIS  SPIRITUS  PARACLITI  209 

Holy  art  Thou,  to  cleanse  the  wounds  of  souls  by 

sin  betrayed. 
O  Breath  of  Holiness,  O  Fire  of  Love, 
Sweet  Savor  in  our  breasts,  Who  there  dost  move, 
Infusing  virtue's  fragrant  odors  from  above. 
O  Purest  Fount,  reflected  in  whose  streams 
We  see,  enlightened  by  Truth's  radiant  beams. 
How  God  brings  in  the  aliens,  and  the  lost  redeems. 
Armor  of  life,  and  Hope  of  unity. 

Cheering  each  member  in  distress, 

Thou  Corner-stone  of  righteousness, 
O  save  the  blessed  souls  that  wait  on  Thee, 
And  rescue  those  who  in  a  living  grave 

Are  prisoned  by  the  ancient  foe  ; 

Unloose  their  bonds,  and  let  them  go  : 
For  godly  might  is  Thine,  and  will  to  save. 
O  Thou  sure  Way,  w^ho  passing  up  the  steep 
Of  Heaven,    o'er    earth,    and    through   the    lowest 

deep, 
Combinest  each  with  each,  and  dost  in  union  keep  ; 
By  Thee  are  clouds  upborne,  the  breezes  blow. 
The  rocks  drink  moisture,  and  the  waters  flow 
In  streams,  and  smiling  earth  with  verdure  is  aglow. 
And  Thou  dost  teach  the  wise  yet  more  and  more, 
Making  them  glad  with  Thy  celestial  lore. 
Therefore  to  Thee  be  praise,  who  art  the  Music  of 

all  praise. 
The  Joy  of  life,  and  Hope,  and  Glory  passing  mor- 
tal gaze ; 
Giver  of  light  that  shines  above  through  everlasting 
days. 


210  LATIN  HYMNS. 


AMOR    PATRIS    ET    FILII. 


From  the  Missal  of  Liege,  13th  century:  autlior  unknown.  Dr.  Neale  calls  it 
"  A  very  adniirab'e  sequence:  it  seems  as  if  the  poet  had  tlie  Veni  Creator  Xitioxt, 
his  eyes  when  writing  it.  In  some  respects  it  resembles  tlie  Notkerian,  in  others  the 
Victorine  sequences."  Translation  by  Dr.  Richakd  F.  Littledale,  in  Lyra  Mes- 
siantcn,  1864. 


L' 


OVE  of  Father  and  of  Son, 

True  and  glorious  helping  One, 
Comforter  and  Hope  of  all : 
Of  the  saints  unfadincr  Liijht, 
Prize  of  those  that  do  aright, 
Lifter  up  of  them  that  fall : 
Giver  of  all  holiness, 
Fortitude  and  blessedness, 
Lover  of  all  righteousness, 
Gracious,  and  of  perfect  might. 
Merciful  and  infinite  ; 
Ever  dearest,  purest, 
Wisest,  stroncrest,  surest. 
Ever  most  unfailing  Trust, 
Ever  tender,  ever  just ; 
Lightener  of  hearts,  through  whom  the  Father  and 

the  Son  we  find, 
Spirit  of  counsel,  Balm  for  sin,  Giver  of  joy,  and 
Source  of  mind  ; 

Unchanging,  gentle,  lowly, 
Un conquered,  noble,  holy. 
Ever  loving,  ever  swift. 
Most  divine  and  chosen  Gift ; 
Understanding  clear  bestowing, 


VENI  CREATOR  SPIRITUS,  211 

Giver  of  affection  glowing, 
Truth  in  Love  forever  showing ; 
The  Spirit  of  the  Father, 
The  Spirit  of  the  Word, 
The  Comforter  who  quickeneth, 
Tiie  Finger  of  the  Lord  ; 
Highest,  sweetest,  kindest,  best, 
Bountiful  and  lowliest ; 
Who  as  He  wills,  and  when  He  wills. 
And  where  He  wills.  His  Grace  instils, 
Teaches,  fills,  and  lifts. 
Enriches  with  His  o^ifts  : 
To  gladden  the  Apostles,  to  take  their  grief  away. 
The   Spirit  of  all   knowledge.    He   comes   to  earth 

to-day  : 
He  comes  in  all  His  fulness,  the  everlasting  Lord, 
And  the  Fount  of  perfect  Wisdom  upon  their  souls 
is  poured. 

VENI  CREATOR  SPIRITUS,  SPIRITUS  RECREATOR. 


Adam  of  St.  Victor,  the  most  prolific,  and  probably  the  greatest,  of  the  medl- 
jeval  hymiiists  Born  either  in  England  or  Brittany,  he  studied  at  Paris,  and  about 
A.D.  1130  entered  the  monastery  whence  his  name  is  taken,  in  the  suburbs  of  that  city. 
He  died  '"  somewhere  between  1172  and  1192."  The  majority  of  his  hymns,  which 
had  been  lost,  were  discovered  recently  by  M.  Gautier,  and  the  whole,  amounting 
to  106,  published  at  Paris  in  1S58. 

Adam's  style  is  florid,  heavily  charged  with  metaphors,  allusions  and  symbols,  so 
as  to  be  at  times  hardly  intelligible  to  ordinary  modern  readers.  Archbishop  Trench 
says:  "  His  most  zealous  admirers  will  hardly  deny  that  he  pushes  too  far,  and  plays 
overmuch  with,  his  skill  in  the  typical  application  of  the  Old  Testament.  So  too  they 
must  own  that  sometimes  he  is  unable  to  fuse  with  a  perfect  success  his  manifold 
learned  allusion  into  the  passion  of  his  poetry.  .  .  His  hymns  have  oftentimes  as 
great  a  theological,  as  poetical  or  even  devotional  interest,  the  first  indeed  sometimes 
preponderating  to  the  injury  of  the  last."     Because  of  this,  in  the  hymns  of  his  which 


2  T  2  LA  TIN  HYMNS. 


follow,  we  have  thought  it  necessary  to  omit  a  few  unedifying  verses.  Spite  of  these 
faults  and  others,  however,  the  same  critic  pronounces  him  "toremost  among  the 
Sacred  Latin  poets  of  the  middle  ages."  Translation  by  Mrs.  Elizabeth  Ch.\rles, 
author  of  Tfw  Scivinberg-Cotta  Family  and  other  popular  tales:  from  her  very  inter- 
esting and  important  work,  T/te  Voice  of  Christian  Life  in  Songy  1858. 

/^OME,  Creator  Spirit  high, 

^^      Recreating  ever ; 

Given  and  giving  from  the  sky, 

Thou  the  Gift  and  Giver. 
Thou  the  Law  within  us  writ. 
Finger  Thou  that  writest  it, 

Inspired  and  Inspirer ! 

With  Thy  sevenfold  graces  good 

Sevenfold  gifts  be  given, 
For  sevenfold  beatitude 

And  petitions  seven. ^ 
Thou  the  pure  unstained  Snow, 
That  shall  never  sullied  flow  ; 
Fire,  that  burns  not  though  it  glow; 
Wrestler,  ne'er  defeat  to  know, 

Giving  words  of  wisdom. 

Kindle  Thou  Thyself  in  us. 

Thou  both  Light  and  Fire ; 
Thou  Thyself  still  into  us. 
Breath  of  Life,  inspire  ! 
Thou  the  Ray  and  Thou  the  Sun, 
Sent  and  Sender,  Thee  we  own  : 
Of  the  blessed  Three  in  One, 
Thee  we  suppliant  call  upon. 
Save  us  now  and  ever. 

^    The  seven  petitions  in  the  Lord's  Prayer. 


o 

nr 


VENI,   SUM  ME   CONSOLATOR.  213 


VENI,    SUMME    CONSOLATOR. 

Adam  of  St.  Victor.  Trench  calls  tliis  "a  very  grand"  hymn:  it  was  first 
publislied  by  Gautiku,  185S.  The  rendering  (which  we  do  not  give  entire)  is  by 
William  John  Hlew,  in  Lyra  Mystica,  1S65.  It  is  there  headed,  'My?^r  Adam 
of  St.  V.ctor,"  and  is  a  paraphrase,  or  original  poem  founded  on  the  Latin,  rather  than 
a  translation.     The  ideas  however  are  Adam's. 

T  TEALTH  of  the  helpless,  Crown  of  consolation, 
-^     Giver  of  Life,  sweet  Hope  of  man's  salvation, 
Come  with  Thy  Grace,  O  come, 
Sun  of  the  soul,  and  let  Thy  sunlight  shine, 
And    warm    with    Love's    soft   glow  the   hearts  of 

Thine  ; 
And  o'er  the  fresheninor  field  of  Christendom 
Drop  fatness,  Dew  divine  ; 
Till  day  by  day,  and  hour  by  hour, 
Fed  with  the  fulness  of  Thy  power, 
Every  woodland,  every  bower, 
Burst  into  leaf  and  fruit  and  flower. 

Filled  with  true  Life's  best  food 
From  Thee,  the  Fountain  of  all  good. 

Thou  hearest  the  Dew  fall  on  earth,  where  it  lies. 
From  the  River  Thou  hearest  the  Vapor  arise. 
And  the  scent  of  sweet  Odor  Thou  knowest,  whereby 
Thy  faith  can  the  presence  of  Godhead  descry  : 

Dew%  that  from  the  Godhead  bursts. 
Whereof  who  deepest  drinks  the  more  he  thirsts  ; 

Thirsting  ever  with  a  glow 

Quenchless  as  the  Spirit's  flow. 

Flowing  alway,  alway  blessing: 

Thirst  that  knoweth  no  repressing. 


214.  ^^^  '^^^^^^  ^  VMNS. 

By  Him  the  wave  is  consecrate 
Where  for  new  birth  the  holy  people  wait, 

The  water  on  whose  face  was  borne 

God's  Spirit  at  Creation's  morn. 

Fount,  of  all  holiness  the  Spring, 
Whence  fljws  true  love  abroad, 

Clear  Fount  that  cleanseth  from  all  sin, 
Fount  from  the  font  of  God ; 

Great  Fount,  all  fountains  hallowing. 
Without  all  blessing  and  all  God  within. 

Fire  of  flint,  with  naught  of  wood, 
•    Faring  forth  in  mystic  flood. 
Kid  consuming.  Fire  of  Heaven, 
Feeding  on  the  dread  unleaven. 
Fire,  all  earthly  flre  unlike. 
On  the  altar  of  our  heart 
Strike  the  spark  of  light,  O  strike 
The    flame    there    still    to    burn    and   never  thence 
depart. 

Shadow  of  the  maidens  seven. 

Seven  that  compassed  the  One  ; 
Type  of  the  very  Truth  of  Heaven 

That  through  all  things  dost  run  ; 
All-quickener,  that  with  Life  the  world  dost  warm, 

O  Spirit  septiform  : 
In  several  shape  outlined. 
Yet  varying  not  in  kind, 
Forefend  it  ever,  that  we  say 

Of  Thee,  the  almighty  Mind, 


VENI,   SUM  ME   CONSOLATOR.  215 

That  Thou  dost  form  obey, 
To  form  and  ^liape  confined. 

Fire  of  Life,  Life-giving  Spring, 
Cleanse  our  hearts,  and  thither  bring 
Thy  gifts  of  Grace,  to  enrich  them  and  to  bless  ; 
That  kindled  by  the  flame  of  charity. 
Meet  offering  we  become  to  Thee 
Of  love  and  holiness. 
Breath  of  the  Feather  and  the  Son,  Thou  best 

Leech  of  the  sinful.  Solace  of  the  sad. 
Strength  of  the  weak,  the  worn  wayfarer's  Rest, 
Health  of  the  sick,  make  Thou  the  mourner  glad. 
Holy  Love,  like  virgin's  chaste, 
Fire  of  soul,  yet  maiden-pure, 
Those  whom  evil  passions  waste 
May  Thine  hallowed  unction  cure. 

Voice  of  voices  manifold. 
Subtle  Voice,  by  sound  untold, 
In  the  ear,  and  in  the  breast, 
Voice  to  each  that  whisperest ; 
Voice  enbreathed  into  the  blest. 
Stilly  Voice  and  secret  —  Voice 
Making  men  of  peace  rejoice. 
Voice  of  sweetness,  Voice  of  bliss, 
Voice  of  voices,  ours  be  this 
Sounding  through  our  inmost  heart : 

Light  that  bidst  all  lies  depart. 
Light  that  falsehood's  router  art, 


2l6 


LA  TIN  HYMNS. 


Li<rht  that  drawest  unto  Thee 
Faith  and  Truth  and  Verity ; 
Light,  vouchsafe  to  us,  to  all, 
Life  and  health  and  wealth,  that  we, 
Lit  with  Light  perennial, 
Live  in  sunshine  that  shall  be 
Brightening  everlastingly. 


^>o>*ic 


SIMPLEX    IN   ESSENTIA. 


Adam  of  St.  Victor.  The  first  half  of  this  hymn  (after  the  op>ening  stanza), 
says  Archbishop  Trench,  is  "  in  the  true  spirit  of  St.  Paul  and  St.  Augustine,  and 
hardly  to  be  fully  understood  without  reference  to  the  writings  of  the  latter,  above  all 
to  his  Anti-pilagian  tracts  ;  wherein  he  continually  contrasts,  as  Adam  does  here,  the 
killing  letter  of  the  Old,  and  the  quickening  spirit  of  the  New  Covenant.  A  few  chap- 
ters of  his  treatise  De  Spiritu  et  Literal  c.  13-17,  would  furnish  the  best  commentary 
on  these  lines."' 

This  important  poem  has  never,  to  my  knowledge,  been  presented  in  an  English 
dress  before.  I  have  the  pleasure  of  offering  two  versions,  both  made  for  this  Collec- 
tion. The  first  is  by  Dr.  Edward  A.  Washburn,  Rector  of  Calvary  Church,  New 
York.  The  fifth  verse  is  here  omitted,  and  some  liberty  taken  with  the  last :  these  two 
in  the  original  are  of  unequal  length  and  inferior  merit.  With  these  exceptions,  says 
the  translator,  "it  is  as  literally  done,  as  I  could  while  keeping  the  double-endings." 


"  I  ^HOU,  who  One  in  Essence  livest, 
"*-      Sevenfold  in  the  Grace  Thou  givest, 

Holy  Spirit,  on  us  shine  ! 
All  the  shadows  o'er  us  broading. 
All  the  snares  our  flesh  deluding. 

Lighten  by  Thy  beam  divine. 

Clad  in  fear,  in  darkness  clouded. 
Came  the  Law  in  fiirure  shrouded  : 


SIMPLEX  IN  ESSENTIA.  21' 

Now  behold  the  Gospel  ray, 
Now  the  Spirit's  wisdom  better, 
Hidden  by  the  lea^y  letter, 

Open  into  perfect  day. 

'Neath  the  mount  the  people  trembled  : 
In  the  upper  room  assembled, 

Heard  a  few  the  word  of  Grace  : 
Nobler  law  than  Sinai  telling. 
Newer  precepts,  gifts  excelling. 

Learn  we  in  that  holy  place. 

Trumpet  clang  and  fiery  wonder. 
Midnight  and  the  muttering  thunder. 

Bickering  lamps  and  sounds  of  dread. 
Shook  the  Hebrew,  conscience-stricken ; 
But  the  love  it  could  not  quicken. 

By  the  Oil  of  gladness  shed. 

See  the  fathers,  fore-appointed, 
God's  ambassadors  anointed. 

Break  the  chains  of  human  ill : 
Raining  truth,  and  judgment  pealing. 
With  new  tongues  and  doctrines  healing, 

Heavenly  signs  attend  them  still. 

See,  the  sick  the}-  kindly  cherish  : 
Man's  lost  nature,  nigh  to  perish. 

Love  divine  will  seek,  will  find  : 
But  the  guilty,  past  repentance, 
Scourge  they  with  pursuing  sentence  ; 

Theirs  to  loose,  and  theirs  to  bind. 


2 1 8  LA  TIN  HYMNS. 

This  the  time  to  by-gone  ages, 
If  you  search  the  mystic  pages, 

III  the  Jubilee  foreshowed  ; 
Lo  !  the  loner-descried  fulfillinfr 
When  three  thousand  converts  willinfj 

Bloomed  within  the  Church  of  God. 

Jubilee  !  the  glorious  token, 

When  the  captive's  bonds  were  broken, 

Rose  anew  Redemption's  morn  ; 
So  from  sin's  dark,  hapless  prison, 
By  the  law  of  love  newrisen, 

Sons  of  God  are  we  freeborn. 


ANOTHER   VERSION. 
By  the  Rev.  Samuel  W.  Duffield,  of  Bergen,  N.J.     Contributed. 

OINGLE  in  essential  place, 

^^     But  of  sevenfold  power  and  grace. 

May  the  Spirit  shine  on  us  ; 
May  the  light  divinely  shown 
For  all  gloom  of  heart  atone 

And  temptations  perilous. 

Law  in  symbols  went  before  us. 

Dark  with  threats  of  judgment  o'er  us, 

Ere  we  saw  the  Gospel  rays  : 
May  the  Spirit  of  the  sages, 
Hidden  in  their  lettered  pages, 

Venture  forth  in  open  ways. 


* 


SIMPLEX  IN  ESSENTIA.  219 

Law  men  heard  from  mountain-peaks  : 
Unto  few  the  New  Grace  speaks 

Softly  in  a  room  above  : 
Thus  the  spot  itself  is  teaching 
Which  are  best  within  our  reaching, 

Works  of  Law,  or  words  of  Love. 

Flame  and  trumpet  sounding  loud, 
Thunder  through  the  smoky  shroud. 

Sudden-flashing  lightnings,  —  those 
Strike  a  terror  to  the  soul ; 
Nourishing  no  sweet  control 

Which  the  Spirit's  gift  bestows. 

Thus  the  sundered  Sinai  thundered. 

Fixing  Law  on  guilty  man  : 
Law  most  fearful  and  uncheerful. 

Crushing  sin  by  rigid  plan. 

But  the  fathers  long  selected 
And  by  power  divine  directed, 

How  they  loose  the  bonds  of  sin  ! 
Words  refreshing,  threats  astounding. 
Through  new  tongues  in  concord  sounding  ; 

Thus  their  miracles  begin. 

Showing  care  for  them  that  languish. 
Sparing  man,  they  spare  not  anguish  : 

In  pursuit  of  evil  things 
Smiting  sinners  and  reminding  : 
Onl}^  loosing,  only  binding. 

By  the  power  which  freedom  brings. 


220  LATIN  HYMNS, 

Type  of  Jubilee  returning 

In  that  dav  —  if  thou  art  learnincr 

M3'steries  of  holy  time  — 
On  the  which  three  thousand  hearing: 
Came  in  faith,  no  longer  fearing, 

And  the  Church  sprang  up  sublime. 

Jubilee,  for  so  they  knew  it 

Who  were  changed  and  succored  through  it, 

Since  it  freely  called  unto  it 

Debts  and  doubts,  and  set  them  rif^ht. 
May  the  lovingkindness  spoken 
Unto  us,  distrest  and  broken. 
Give  release  and,  as  a  token. 

Make  us  worthy  of  the  light. 

PART  OF  A  HYMN  OF  ADAM  OF  ST.  VICTOR. 

Translated  in  Edward  Caswall's  Poems,  1S5S. 

r\  INEXHAUSTIVE  Fount  of  Light ! 
^^      How  does  Thy  radiance  put  to  flight 

The  darkness  of  the  mind  ! 
The  pure  are  only  pure  through  Thee  ; 
Thou  only  dost  the  guilty  free, 

And  cheer  with  light  the  blind. 

Thou  to  the  lowly  dost  display 

The  beautiful  and  perfect  way 

Of  justice  and  of  peace  : 


4 


O  INEXHAUSTIVE  FOUNT  OF  LIGHT!     221 

Shunning  the  proud  and  stubl^orn  lieart, 
Thou  to  the  simple  dost  impart 
True  wisdom's  rich  increase. 

Thou  teachinnr    nauo^ht  remains  obscure  : 
Thou  present,  every  thought  impure 

Is  banished  from  the  breast ; 
And  full  of  cheerfulness  serene 
The  conscience,  sanctified  and  clean, 

Enjoys  a  perfect  rest. 

Dear  Soother  of  the  troubled  heart ! 
At  Thine  approach  all  cares  depart, 

And  melancholy  grief: 
More  balmy  than  the  summer  breeze, 
Thy  presence  lulls  all  agonies. 

And  lends  a  sweet  relief. 

Thy  Grace  eternal  Truth  instils, 
The  ignorant  with  knowledge  fills. 

Awakens  those  who  sleep  ; 
Inspires  the  tongue,  informs  the  eye, 
Expands  the  heart  with  charity. 

And  comforts  all  who  weep. 

O  Thou  the  weary  pilgrim's  Rest ! 
Solace  of  all  that  are  opprest, 

Befriender  of  the  poor  : 
O  Thou  in  whom  the  wretched  find 
A  sweet  Consoler  ever  kind. 

A  Refuge  ever  sure  I 


222 


LATIN  HYMXS. 


Teach  us  to  aim  at  Heaven's  high  prize, 
And  for  its  glory  to  despise 

The  world  and  all  below  : 
Cleanse  us  from  sin  ;  direct  us  right ; 
Illuminate  us  with  Thy  Light; 

Thy  peace  on  us  bestow. 

And  as  Thou  didst  in  days  of  old 
On  the  first  Shepherds  of  the  Fold 

In  tongues  of  flame  descend, 
Now  also  on  its  pastors  shine, 
And  flood  with  fire  of  Grace  divine 

The  world  from  end  to  end  ! 

Lord  of  all  sanctity  and  might, 
Immense,  immortal,  infinite, 

The  Life  of  Earth  and  Heaven  ! 
Be,  through  eternal  length  of  days, 
All  honor,  glory,  blessing,  praise, 

And  adoration  ijiven. 


3>^C 


SPIRITUS    SANCTE,    PIE    PARACLITE. 

HiLDEBERT,  bishop  of  Maiis  (1097),  and  Archbishop  of  Tours  (1125) :  died  1133. 
This  fine  hymn,  which  seems  to  have  hitherto  escaped  the  attention  of  translators,  is 
of  verj'  irregular  and  complicated  structure,  full  of  alliteration  and  interlaced  rhymes. 
Our  version  was  made  for  this  work  by  Dr.  E.  A.  Washburn  of  New  York,  and 
is  in  his  judgment  the  most  satisfactory  of  several  experiments  by  him  in  different 
measures. 

r\  PIOUS  Paraclete  !  O  Holy  Spirit ! 
^-^     Love  of  the  Father  and  the  blessed  Son  ! 
Goodness  of  each,  the  Heart  of  their  twin-Being, 
Kindness  Tliou  art.  Sweetness  and  Joy  in  one. 


SFIJUTC/S   SANCTE,   PIE  PARACLITE.       223 


O  Chain,  the  highest  God  with  man  allying, 
Strength,  man  uplifting  to  the  Power  divine, 

Meek,  lowh',  pure,  the  vain  world  purifying; 
All  worship  due,  all  honor  true  be  Thine  ! 

Voice,  sweetly  singing  to  the  exiles  lonely, 
Music,  still  ringing  'mid  the  city's  mirth  ; 

For  those  in  fell  despair  their  Solace  only. 
For  these  a  prayer  for  joys  beyond  the  earth. 

Inspirer  of  the  good.  Consoler,  Healer 

Of  all  who  mourn,  Enlightener  of  the  blind, 

Purger  of  every  lie,  and  the  Revealer 
Of  mysteries  that  try  the  groping  mind. 

Thou  boldest  up  the  weak  ;  all  those  who  perish 
Dost  kindly  seek,  dost  gather  all  that  stray  ; 

The  fainting  and  the  fallen  ever  cherish, 
And  tread  before  us  in  our  toilsome  way. 

Ripening  our  early  love,  the  soul  perfected 
Thou  drawest  above  from  slimy  pools  of  sin, 

Into  the  happy  road  of  peace  directed, 

Fair  Wisdom's  hall  through  cloud  it  enters  in. 


Pillar  of  sanctity,  and  Bread  of  chasteness  ! 

Gem  of  all  gentleness,  in  want  our  Balm, 
Increase  of  generous  wealth,  the  upright's  Fastness. 

The  wretched's  Port  of  health,  the  captive's  Arm. 


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LATIN  HYMNS. 


Spirit  of  Truth,  all  brother-hearts  embracing  ! 

Judge  of  the  world,  as  once  Thou  didst  create, 
With  honors  glad  the  worthy  alway  gracing ; 

Shaminof  the  bad  with  his  self-chosen  fate. 

Thou  blowest  where  Thou  listest ;  out  of  error 
Dost  lead  the  doubting,  and  with  knowledge  fill : 

Thy  might  our  weakness  stays  in  suddi'n  terror ; 
Thou  rulest  in  sure  ways  of  wisdom  still. 

Order  that  beauty  to  each  creature  giveth. 

Beauty  that  ordereth  each  with  grace  from  Thee, 

In  word,  in  deed,  in  thought,  in  all  things  hveth, 
Words  sooth,  deeds  truth,  thoughts  of  Thy  purity. 

Good  Gift  and  perfect  Good  !  Thine  every  motion 
Of  intellect,  of  heart !  on  each  endeavor 

Thy  Spirit  waits  ;  shapes,  guides  our  true  devotion, 
And  at  Heaven's  gates  crowneth  the  blest  forever. 


I 


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(from   the    ITALIAN.) 

DISCENDI,   AMOR   SANTO. 


Bianco  da  Siena  (died  1434)  was  of  a  good  family,  and  entered  in  1367  the 
Order  of  Jesuates,  founded  that  year,  and  composed  of  laymen  who  followed  the  rule 
of  S  Augustine,  and  engaged  in  benevolent  labors.  He  is  said  to  have  lived  long  at 
Venice.  His  Spiritual  Songs,  92  in  number,  were  printed  at  Lucca  in  1851.  Three 
of  them  (this  being  one)  were  translated  by  Dr.  Richard  Frederick  Littledale, 
in  The  People^ s  Hymnal,  1867. 


/"~^OME  down,  O  Love  divine  ! 

^-^     Seek  Thou  this  soul  of  mine, 
And  visit  it  with  Thine  own  ardor  glowing. 

O  Comforter,  draw  near, 

Within  my  heart  appear, 
And  kindle  it,  Thy  holy  flame  bestowing. 

O  let  it  freely  burn. 

Till  earthly  passions  turn 
To  dust  and  ashes  in  its  heat  consuming : 

And  let  Thy  glorious  Light 

Shine  ever  on  my  sight. 
And  clothe  me  round,  the  while  my  path  illuming. 

Let  holy  Charity 

Mine  outward  vesture  be. 
And  lowliness  become  mine  inner  clothing, 

True  lowliness  of  heart. 

Which  takes  the  humbler  part. 
And  o'er  its  own  shortcomings  weeps  with  loathing, 

15 


226 


ITALIAN  HYMN. 


And  so  the  yearning  strong 

With  which  the  soul  will  Ion  or 
Shall  far  outpass  the  power  of  human  telling, 

For  none  can  guess  its  grace 

Till  he  become  the  place 
Wherein  the  Holy  Spirit  makes  His  dwelling. 


GERMAN    HYMNS. 


The  hymnic  provision  of  Germany  is  supposed  to  be  the  largest  and  finest  in  the 
world.  It  is  dangerous  to  pronounce  on  so  wide  a  subject  without  an  exhaustive 
knowledge  of  it,  in  all  languages:  but  the  German  hymns,  however  much  or  little 
more  numerous  than  our  own,  are  certainly  sounder,  purer,  wholesomer.  Devotion 
in  them  is  more  spontaneous ;  she  moves  less  awkwardly  and  seems  to  feel  at  home. 
We  however  are  doing  better  now,  since  we  lately  began  to  study  other  hymns  than 
those  native  to  our  own  soil  and  tongue. 

The  German  stock  may  well  be  larger  than  ours,  for  they  got  two  centuries  the 
start  of  us.  "  The  trade  of  hymn-making,"  which  our  ancestors  did  not  seriously  take 
up  till  Dr.  Watts'  time,  on  the  continent  began  with  the  Reformation,  and  was  pushed 
vigorously  forward  from  that  on.  The  Germans  have  perhaps  no  one  hymnist  of  the 
preeminence  (in  their  different  ways)  of  Wesley  and  Watts;  but  they  have  a  chain, 
extending  through  the  last  350  years,  of  writers  far  above  the  average  of  ours.  Suffi- 
cient information  on  this  subject  is  given  in  Miss  Winkworth's  Sacred  Poets  0/ 
Germany,  1S69,  and  the  Rev.  Theodore  Kubler's  Historical  Notes  to  the  Lyra 
Gerfitanica,  London,  1S65.  For  students  of  the  originals,  an  invaluable  Thesaurus  is 
Knapp's  Liederschatz,  1S37,  1850,  containing  over  3000  hymns:  and  another,  Wack- 
ernagel's  Kirchenleider.  For  important  smaller  books,  the  Chevalier  Bunse.n's 
Collection,  1833,  was  chiefly  used  by  Miss  Winkworth  :  and  in  America  Dr.  Schaff's 
Deutsches  Gesangbiich,  Philadelphia,  i860,  is  made  with  great  judgment  and  taste. 

Of  translators  into  English,  J.  C.  Jacobi,  1722,  seems  to  have  been  the  first  who 
did  much.  John  Wesley.  1739-40,  rendered  or  paraphrased  some  40  German 
hymns,  and  often  grandly:  his  work  indeed  is  a  unique  phenomenon,  which  no  succes- 
sors have  equalled  or  are  likely  to  equal.  Habebkorn  (1760)  and  the  Moravian  versi- 
fiers are  of  very  inferior  quality.  But  most  of  our  stores  in  this  department,  like 
those  of  Latin  origin,  are  recent  contributions:  and  one  benefactor  outwe'ghs  all 
others  in  claims  to  our  gratitude.  Miss  Catherine  Winkworth.  by  the  amount 
and  quality  at  once  of  her  translations,  reigns  unquestioned  in  this  field.  She  has  been 
preceded  or  followed,  at  a  distance,  but  with  more  or  less  eminent  ability,  by  Miss 
Cox,  Russell,  Massie,  Miss  Eorthwiqk  {Hy7titis  frojn  the  Land  0/ Luiker,  1S54- 
62),  and  others,  who,  except  the  last-mentioned,  are  represented  in  our  pages. 


O  Holy  Ghost,  Thou  precious  Gift, 

Thou  Comforter  unfailing, 
O'er  Satan's  snares  our  souls  uplift, 

And  let  Thy  power  availing 
Avert  our  woes  and  calm  our  dread  : 
For  us  the  Saviour's  Blood  was  shed  ; 

We  trust  in  Thee  to  save  us. 

Nicholas  Von  Hope, 

O  Holy  Ghost,  Thou  Fire  of  Love  ! 

Enkindle  with  Thy  flame  my  will ; 
Come  with  Thy  strength,  Lord,  from  above. 

Help  me  Thy  bidding  to  fulfil : 
Forgive  that  I  so  oft  have  done 
What  I  as  sinful  ought  to  shun  : 
Let  me  with  pure  and  quenchless  fire 
Thy  favor  and  Thyself  desire. 

Angelus  Silesius, 

O  Spirit  of  the  Lord,  all  Life  is  Thine ! 

Now  fill  Thy  Church  with  life  and  power  divine, 

That  many  children  may  be  born  to  Thee, 

And  spread  Thy  knowledge  like  the  boundless  sea. 

A.  G.  Spangenberg, 

O  Comforter  of  priceless  worth. 
Send  peace  and  unity  on  earth  ; 
Support  us  in  our  final  strife, 
And  lead  us  out  of  death  to  Life. 


1657. 


Luther,  1542. 


O  Holy  Spirit,  at  the  end, 
Sweet  Comforter,  be  Thou  my  Friend  ! 
When  Death  and  Hell  assail  me  sore, 
Leave  me,  O  leave  me,  nevermore. 
But  bear  me  safely  through  the  strife. 
As  Thou  hast  promised,  into  Life  ! 

Nicholas  Selnecker, 


■587. 


/^  LOVING  Spirit,  the  Cleanser  of  our  sins,  and  Restorer 
^-^  of  all  innocence,  and  especial  Restorer  of  sanctification, 
fill  me  with  the  Spirit  of  wisdom  and  understanding,  the  Spirit 
of  counsel  and  ghostly  strength,  the  Spirit  of  knowledge  and  true 
godliness,  and  the  Spirit  of  Thy  fear  and  love  Clear  off  all  the 
rust  of  my  sins,  that  I  may  be  confounded  for  the  errors  of  my  past 
frailty  :  but  lead  me  into  all  true  knowledge,  and  guard  me  from 
all  wickedness,  depravity,  and  worldly-mindedness,  from  the 
attacks  and  assaults  of  all  my  enemies,  visible  and  invisible,  and 
lead  me  to  the  grace  and  glory  of  Thy  kingdom,  Who  livest  and 
reignest  with  the  Father  and  the  Son,  one  God  blessed  forever. 
Amen. 

/^  GENTLE  Spirit,  Fountain,  Source,  and  Consummation  of 
^"^^  all  goodness,  mercifully  wipe  away  the  pollutions  of  my 
mind,  and  make  me  fruitful  by  watering  me  within  with  the  dew  of 
Thy  blessing.  Open  Thy  unfaihng  treasures  of  piety  and  knowl- 
edge. Give  a  teachable  disposition  and  an  active  intellect,  a 
courteous  tongue  flowing  with  pleasing  converse  :  grant  me 
to  hold  fast  the  line  of  rectitude  and  equity  :  to  discern  true 
from  false,  right  from  wrong,  and  to  prefer  and  reverence  Thee 
above  all  things,  who  art  the  true  Arbiter  and  Disposer  of  life. 
Amen. 


GERMAN    HYMNS. 


MARTIN   LUTHER,    14S3-1546. 

The  great  Reformer  wrote  36  or  more  hymns  (the  number  is  variously  estimated), 
which  formed  no  inconsiderable  part  of  the  machinery  of  the  German  Reformation. 
Says  the  Rev  Theodore  Kubler  {Historical  Notes  to  the  Lyra  Germanica:  Lon- 
don, 1S65),  "These  simple,  childlike,  yet  strong,  fervent,  and  joyful  hymns  were 
printed  at  first  on  single  sheets  with  the  tunes ;  they  spread  like  wildfire,  and  greatly 
promoted  the  work  ot  the  Reformation  'Luther,'  said  the  Romanists,  'has  done  us 
more  harm  by  his  songs  than  by  his  sermons.'  In  the  years  1524  and  1525,  when 
Luther  composed  most  of  his  hymns,  four  printers  in  Erfurt  alone  were  fully  engaged 
in  publishing  them." 

Luther's  Spiritual  Songs,  as  he  preferred  to  call  them,  have  in  the  mass  found 
at  least  three  translators:  the  Rev.  John  Anderson,  Edinburgh,  1S46  :  John  Hunt, 
London,  1S53 :  and  Mr.  Rich.ard  M.assie,  London,  1S54.  The  two  former  versions 
are  of  .small  poetic  value.  Three  of  Luther's  hymns  are  for  Whitsuntide:  we  give 
several  renderings  of  each.  Their  historic  importance,  and  the  great  influence  they 
have  exerted,  rather  than  any  special  intrinsic  beauty,  demand  for  them  a  prominent 
and  large  place  in  this  collection. 


KOMM    HEILIGER   GEIST,    H^iRRE    GOTT. 

This  hymn  has  an  abundant  history  of  its  own.  Says  Mr.  Kubler:  "This  is 
Luther's  amplification  of  an  old  German  version  of  the  Latin  Antiphona  de  Spiritu 
Sancto  {  Veni  Sancte  Spiritus).  Luther  added  two  verses  to  the  one  N\hich  he  already 
found  in  use,  and  his  hymn,  with  its  old  tune,  was  first  published  in  J524.  It  spread 
rapidly  among  the  common  people,  in  proof  of  which  the  fact  may  be  adduced,  that  in 
the  Peasants'  War  it  was  sung  by  the  fanatical  peasants  at  the  bloody  battle  of  Fran- 
kenhausen,  in  the  year  1526.  For  when  the  Landgrave  Philip  of  Hesse  gave  the 
signal  for  the  attack  against  them,  the  peasants  remained  unmoved,  neither  retreating 
nor  defending  themselves,  but  waitiug  for  the  miraculous  help  of  God,  which  their 
leader  Thomas  Munzer  had  predicted  ;  they  began  to  sing  this  Pentecostal  hymn,  and 
continued  singing,  until  50,000  of  them  were  slain  and  the  re.^t  dispersed. 

"  When  Leonhard  Kayser,  on  account  of  his  Evangelical  preaching,  was  burned 
alive  in  Passau  on  the  i6th  August,  1527,  he  asked  the  people  to  sing  this  hymn 
while  he  was  tied  to  the  stake.  This  they  did,  and  when  the  flames  rose  h  gh,  he  was 
heard  several  times  to  call,  *  Jesu.  I  am  Thine,  save  me  I '  "  And  so  he  died.  It  has 
since  often  been  used  by  ministers  of  the  Gospel,  not  only  in  their  preaching,  but  also 
on  their  dying  beds.     In  many  churches  it  was  the  standing  hymn  at  the  opening  of 


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divine  service.  A  family  in  Silesia  sang  it  during  a  fcarful  storm  in  I.SSS.  when  the  roof 
of  their  house  was  blown  away,  but  they  themselves  escaped  without  any  injuries. 
The  wife  of  the  celebrated  Frederic  Perthes  in  Hamburg,  ihe  daughter  of  Matthias 
Claudius,  wrote  to  her  son,  who  was  studying  at  the  University,  on  his  birthday:  "  My 
most  earnest  birthday  wish  and  prayer  for  you  is  — 

'Thou  strong  Defence,  Thou  Holy  Light, 

Teach  him  to  know  our  God  aright. 

And  call  Him  Father  from  the  heart: 

The  Word  of  Life  and  Truth  impart. 

That  he  may  love  not  doctrines  strange, 

Nor  e'er  to  other  teachers  range. 

But  Jesus  for  his  Master  own, 

And  put  his  trust  in  Him  alone.' 
"  My  beloved  child,  may  God  fulfil  this  prayer  to  you  ! ' 

The  original  of  v.  i  is  given  by  Wackernagel,  and  after  him  by  Kubler:  its 
identity  with  the  great  hymn  of  Robert  of  France  extends  no  further  than  the  first  line. 

Veni,  Sancte  Spiritus: 

Reple  tuorum  corda  fidelium, 

Et  tui  anioris  in  eis  ignem  accende  ; 

Qui  per  diversitatem  hnguarum  cunctarum 

Gentes  in  unitate  fidei  congregasti. 

Alleluia,  Alleluia. 

German  translations  of  this  Antiphon  had  been  made  at  a  very  early  date :  the 
oldest  known  is  found  in  one  of  the  first  books  printed  in  the  15th  century. 

Luther's  hymn  first  appeared  in  the  Erfurt  Enchiridion  of  1524,  where  it  has 
this  title :  "  Here  follows  the  hymn,  Veni  Salute  Spirittis,  sung  of  the  Holy  Spirit, 
very  useful  and  good."  It  was  admitted  into  the  Roman  Catholic  Collection  of 
M.  Vehe,  1537. 

FIRST   VERSION. 

Undoubtedly  the  first  translations  from  German  into  English,  as  almost  or  quite 
the  first  hymnic  provision  in  our  language,  were  made  by  Myles  Coverdale  (148S?- 
1569),  Bishop  of  Exeter  in  1551,  one  of  the  earliest  translators  of  the  Bible,  and  a 
prominent  Reformer.  His  Goostly  Psalines  and  SpiriiuaU  Songes,  forty  in  number, 
appeared  before  1539:  a  copy  is  preserved  in  the  library  of  Queen's  College,  Ox.ord, 
and  they  are  reprinted  in  his  "  Remains,"  published  by  the  Parker  Society  in  1846. 
The  first  three  are  addiessed  "  To  the  Holy  Goost,"  and  two  of  them  are  from  Luther. 
They  are  here  given  accurately,  even  to  the  rude  antique  spelling,  as  memorials  of  a 
time  when  "the  rules  of  religion,"  though  "  strict,"  were  matters  of  fierce  debate,  but 
*'  orthography  was  optional  " 

/^~^OME,  Holy  Spirite,  most  blessed  Lorde, 
^^     Fiilfyl  our  hartes  nowe  with  Thy  Grace  ; 
And  make  our  myndes  of  (^ne  accorde, 
Kyndle  them  with  love  in  every  place. 


232  GERMAN  HYMNS. 

O  Lorde,  Thou  forgevest  our  trespace, 
And  callest  the  folke  of  every  countre 
To  the  ryght  fayth  and  truste  of  Thy  Grace, 
That  they  may  geve  thankes  and  synge  to  Thee. 

Alleluya,  Alleluya. 

O  holy  Lyght,  moste  principall, 
The  Worde  of  Lyfe  shewe  unto  us ; 
And  cause  us  to  knowe  God  over  all 
For  our  ovvne  Father  moste  gracious. 
Lorde,  kepe  us  from  lernyng  venymous. 
That  we  folovve  no  masters  but  Christe. 
He  is  the  Verite,  His  Worde  sayth  thus ; 
Cause  us  to  set  in  Hym  our  truste. 

Alleluya,  Alleluya. 

O  holy  Fyre,  and  conforth  moste  swete, 
Fyll  our  hertes  with  fayth  and  boldnesse. 
To  abyde  by  The  in  colde  and  hete, 
Contente  to  suffre  for  ryghteousnesse  : 
O  Lord,  geve  strength  to  our  weaknesse. 
And  send  us  helpe  every  houre ; 
That  we  may  overcome  all  wyckednesse. 
And  brynge  this  olde  Adam  under  Thy  power. 

Alleluya,  Alleluya. 

SECOND  VERSION. 


From  that  rare  and  important  volume,  Psahnodia  Germanka,  or,  Ths  Germar 
Psalmody.  Translated  from,  the  High  Germatt  by  John  Christian  Jacobi 
1722.  A  Supplement  was  added  in  1725:  the  second  edition,  with  Supplement,  1732- 
reprinted  by  John  Haberkorn,  with  a  Supplement  of  his  own,  1760:  the  second 
edition  of  this,  1765.  There  is  also  a  very  rare  reprint  by  Hugh  Gaine,  New  York, 
1756,   "with  which,"  says  good  Dr.  Kunze,  Lutheran  pastor  there  in  1795,  "many 


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serious  English  persons  have  heon  greatly  delighted."  Jacobi  was  indeed,  except 
John  Wesley,  the  only  respectable  translator  from  the  German  prior  to  our  time; 
though  far  from  a  great  poet,  he  is  several  steps  above  his  Moravian  successors.  He 
rendered  9..  i-ymns,  and  H.^berkokn,  who  is  inferior  to  him,  33.  Jacobi  seems  to 
have  hem  I/.-lieran  or  Reformed  rather  than  Moravian:  but  nothing  is  known 
abf  •••   '■'t;,. 

/^~^OME,  Holy  Ghost !  come,  Lord  our  God  ! 
^^      Spread  faith  and  love  divine  abroad ; 
And  till  Thy  longing  people's  minds 
With  precious  gifts  of  sundry  kinds. 
O  Lord,  who  by  Thy  heavenly  Light 
Hast  called  Thy  Church  from  sinful  night, 
Out  of  all  nations,  tribes,  and  tongues, 
Thy  praise  shall  make  our  choicest  songs. 

Hallelujah  !  Hallelujah  ! 

Thou  Light  of  glory,  gracious  Lord  ! 
Revive  us  by  Thy  holy  Word, 
And  teach  Thy  flock  in  truth  to  call 
On  Thee,  the  Father  of  us  all. 
Delusive  errors  far  remove. 
And  guide  us  always  by  that  love. 
Which,  keeping  close  to  Jesu's  path, 
Rejects  all  other  guides  of  faith. 

Hallelujah. 

Thou  great  Dispenser  of  that  Love 
Which  sent  Redemption  from  above, 
O  grant  us  faith  and  constancy 
To  conquer  sin,  and  yield  to  Thee. 
O  Lord,  by  Thine  almighty  Grace 
Prepare  us  so  to  run  our  race 
That  w^e,  from  bonds  of  sin  kept  free. 
May  gain  a  blest  eternity. 

Hallelujah. 


234  GERMAN  HYMNS. 


THIRD   VERSION. 


By  Arthur  Tozer  Russell,  then  Vicar  of  Caxton  :  from  a  Collection  of  Psalms 
and  Hymns  published  by  him  in  1851  :  an  important  book,  made  up  largely  of  originals 
and  translations  from  the  German. 


"D  LEST  Comforter,  come,  Lord  our  God  I 
-'-^     And  pour  Thy  gifts  of  Grace  abroad ; 
Thy  faithful  people  fill  v^^ith  blessing, 
Love's  fire  their  hearts  possessing. 
O  Lord,  Thou  by  Thy  heavenl}-  Light 
Dost  gather  and  in  faith  unite 
Through  all  the  world  a  holy  nation, 
To  sing  to  Thee  with  exultation. 
Hallelujah  !  hallelujah  ! 

O  Holiest  Light !  Rock  adored  ! 
Give  us  Thy  light.  Thy  living  word, 
To  God  Himself  our  spirits  leading, 

With  Him  as  children  pleading. 
From  error.  Lord,  our  souls  defend. 
That  they  on  Christ  alone  attend. 
In  Him  with  faith  unfeigned  abiding, 
In  Him  with  all  their  might  confiding. 
Hallelujah  !  hallelujah ! 

O  Holiest  Fire  !  Source  of  rest ! 
Grant  that  with  jo}^  and  hope  possest. 
And  in  Thy  service  kept  forever. 
Naught  us  from  Thee  may  sever. 


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Lord,  may  Thy  power  prepare  each  heart; 
To  our  weak  nature  strength  impart, 
That  we  may,  firmly  here  contending, 
To  Thee  be  daily  hence  ascending. 
Hallelujah  !  hallelujah  I 


FOURTH   VERSION. 


Miss  Catherine  Winkworth,  1855.  The  most  gifted  translator  of  any  foreign 
sacred  lyrics  into  our  tongue,  after  Dr.  Nealk  and  John  Wesley:  and  in  practical 
services  rendered,  taking  quality  with  quantity,  the  first  of  those  who  have  labored 
upon  German  hymns.  Our  knowledge  of  them  is  due  to  her  more  largely  than  to  any 
or  all  other  translators:  and  by  her  two  series  of  Lyra  Germa^tica,  her  Choral  Book, 
and  her  Christian  Singers  of  Gervtany,  she  has  laid  all  English-speaking  Christians 
under  lasting  obligation. 


/^OME,  Holy  Spirit,  God  and  Lord  ! 
^^     Be  all  Thy  graces  now  outpoured 
On  the  believer's  mind  and  soul, 
And  touch  our  hearts  with  living  coal. 
Thy  Light  this  day  shone  forth  so  clear. 
All  tongues  and  nations  gathered  near. 
To  learn  that  faith,  for  w^hich  we  bring 
Glad  praise  to  Thee,  and  loudly  sing, 
Hallelujah,  Hallelujah! 

Thou  strong  Defence,  Thou  holy  Light, 
Teach  us  to  know  our  God  aright, 
And  call  Him  Father  from  the  heart : 
The  Word  of  life  and  truth  impart : 
That  we  may  love  not  doctrines  strange, 
Nor  e'er  to  other  teachers  range. 


230  GERMAN  HYMNS. 

But  Jesus  for  our  Master  own, 
And  put  our  trust  in  Him  alone. 
Hallelujah  ! 

Thou  sacred  Ardor,  Comfort  sweet. 
Help  us  to  wait  with  ready  feet 
And  willing*  heart  at  Thy  command, 
Nor  trial  fright  us  from  Thy  band. 
Lord,  make  us  ready  with  Thy  powers ; 
Strengthen  the  flesh  in  weaker  hours, 
That  as  good  w^arriors  we  may  force 
Through  life  and  death  to  Thee  our  course 
Hallelujah  ! 


NUN    BITTEN   WIR   DEN    HEILIGEN    GEIST. 

This  was  first  printed  in  Joh  Wa'thers  H\-mn  Book,  1524.  The  first  verse  is 
very  old.  A  Franciscan  monk,  Berthold  of  Ratisbon,  about  a.d.  1250,  in  one  of 
his  sermons  gives  the  text  of  it,  and  exhorts  his  hearers  to  sins  it  often  and  hearti  y 
That  verse  is  attributed,  says  Miss  Winkwokth  {Christian  Sittgers  of  Gerytuiuy, 
1869)  to  Sp-crvogel,  a^  priest  and  favorite  sacred  poet  of  the  twelfth  century'.  0:her 
verses,  having  some  resemblance  to  Luther's,  appeared  in  Romanist  books  a  few  years 
after  the  publication  of  his  hymn,  but  there  is  no  evidence  that  they  are  old.  Luther's 
hymn  was  translated  into  Latin  by  Reinhart  Lorich  in  1550,  and  into  Tamil  by  Ziegen- 
bulg  in  1723. 

The  hymn  was  or.ce  used  under  verj' peculiar  circumstances,  whereof  the  tale  is 
told  by  Pastor  Heiberg  in  his  account  of  Peter  Palhxdius.  the  First  Ez'a:igelical 
Bishop  of  Seeland:  see  Karl  Heixrich's  Erzahlungen  uber  Evan.  Kirchenlieder. 

In  the  earlier  part  of  the  i6th  century,  on  the  day  preceding  the  festival  of  the 
Annunciation  of  the  Virgin,  about  eighty  fishermen  were  on  the  ice  between  Copen- 
hagen and  the  island  of  Saltholm,  catching  eels,  when  the  ice  gave  way  and  broke  up. 
They  were  carried  along  by  the  current,  parted  fi-om  each  other,  and  in  the  end  nearly 
thirty  of  them  drowned.  While  they  were  still  near  together,  one  of  them,  Hans 
Vensen,  who  had  been  a  pupil  of  Bishop  Palladius,  called  out  to  the  rest:  "Dear 
brethren,  let  us  not  lall  into  despair  because  we  shall  lose  our  lives:  but  let  us  prove 
by  our  conduct  that  we  have  been  hearers  of  God's  Word."  Whereupon  they  sans; 
together  Nnn  bitten  wir  den  HeiPgen  Geist,  and  after  it  the  hymn  of  the  dying,  M:t 


NUN  BITTEN  WIR.  237 


Fried  und  Freud  ich  fahr  dahin,  Luther's  metrical  version  of  Nunc  Dimittis. 
When  they  had  done  singing,  they  fell  on  their  knees,  the  water  reaching  their  breasts, 
and  prayed  that  God  would  grant  them  a  happy  death. 

Our  first  version  is  by  Mvles  Covekdale,  153-.     It  is  said  to  have  been  used  at 
the  deathbed  of  Queen  Elizabeth. 


nPHOU  holy  Spirite,  we  pray  to  The, 
■^     Strengthe  oure  faythe  and  increase  it  alwaye  ; 
Comforthe  oure  hertes  in  adversite 
With  trewe  beleve  bothe  nyght  and  daye. 

Kirieleyson. 

Thou  worthy  Lyght,  that  art  so  cleare, 
Teache  us  Christe  Jesu  to  knowe  alone ; 

That  we  have  never  cause  to  feare 
In  Hym  to  have  redempcyon. 

Kirieleyson. 

Thou  swete  Love,  graunt  us  altogether 
To  be  unfayned  in  charite  ; 

That  we  may  all  love  one  another. 
And  of  one  mynde  alwaye  to  be. 

Kirieleyson. 

Be  Thou  our  Confortoure  in  all  nede ; 
Make  us  to  feare  nether  deth  nor  shame  ; 

But  in  the  treuth  to  be  stably  shed, 
That  Sathan  put  us  not  to  blame. 

Kirieleyson. 


238 


GERMAN  HVMXS. 


SECOND   VERSION. 


By  A.  T.  Russell,  1851. 


IVrOW  pray  we  all  God  the  Comforter 

^      Into  every  heart  true  faith  to  pour, 

And  that  He  defend  us, 

Yea,  till  Death  tend  us, 
When  for  Heaven  we  leave  this  world  of  sorrow, 

Have  mercy.  Lord. 

Shine  into  us,  O  most  holy  Light, 
That  we  Jesus  Christ  may  know  aright, 

Sta3'ed  on  Him  forever, 

Our  only  Saviour, 
"Who  to  our  true  home  again  hath  brought  us. 

Have  mercy,  Lord. 

Spirit  of  Love  !  now  our  spirits  bless  ; 
Them  with  Thv  own  heavenly  tire  possess ; 

That  in  heart  uniting. 

In  peace  delighting, 
We  may  henceforth  all  be  one  in  spirit. 

Have  mercy.  Lord. 

Our  highest  Comfort  in  all  distress  ! 

O  let  naught  with  fear  our  hearts  oppress : 

Give  us  strength  unfailing, 

O'er  fear  prevailing, 
When  the  accusing  foe  would  overwhelm  us. 

Have  mercv.  Lord. 


Jtii 


NUN  BITTEN  WIR.  239 


THIRD   VERSION. 

By   Richard   Massie,    Esq.,   of   Eccleston :   from   Martin  Luther's  Spiritual 
^ongs,   1S54. 

TVTOW  crave  we  of  the  Holy  Ghost, 
-*-  ^      What  of  all  things  we  need  the  most, 
True  faith  in  Christ,  when  life  is  ending, 
And  from  this  grief  we  home  be  wending. 

Kyrie  eleison. 

Shine  in  our  hearts.  Thou  worthy  Light, 
And  teach  us  Christ  to  know  aright ; 
Abiding-  in  Thee,  whose  faithful  hand 
Hath  brought  us  safe  to  our  Fatherland. 

Kyrie  eleison. 

Grant  us  Thy  favor,  heavenly  Dove, 
And  let  us  feel  the  glow  of  love, 
That  we  may  live  with  one  another 
As  brother  ought  to  live  with  brother. 

Kyrie  eleison. 

O  Thou  who  hast  so  sweet  a  name. 
Keep  us  from  fear  of  death  and  shame, 
Nor  comfort  in  the  hour  refuse  us 
When  Sin  and  Satan  shall  accuse  us. 

Kyrie  eleison. 


240 


GhKMAN  HYMAS. 


KOMM   GOTT,  SCHOPFER,   HEILIGER   GEIST. 


This  first  appeared,  with  the  last,  in  the  Erfurt  Enchiridion  of  1524 :  a  tolerably 
close  rendering  of  Veni  Creator  Spiritus.  It  was  admitted  into  the  Romanist  collec- 
tion of  Joh.  Leisentriit,  1567.     This  version  is  by  R.  Massie,  1854. 


/CREATOR  Spirit,  Holy  Dove, 
^^     Visit  Thy  people  from  above ; 
Fill  them  with  graces,  and  restore 
Thy  creatures  as  they  were  before. 

For  Comforter  is  Thy  sweet  name, 
A  Gift  which  from  the  Highest  came ; 
A  ghostly  Ointment  from  above, 
A  living  Fount,  a  Fire  of  Love. 

Oar  minds  enlighten,  and  inspire 
Our  souls  with  love's  celestial  fire ; 
And  since  Thou  know'st  how  frail  we  be, 
Confirm  and  make  us  strong  in  Thee. 

Thou,  with  Thy  Grace's  sevenfold  band, 
The  Finger  art  on  God's  right  hand  : 
Thou  dost  the  Father's  promise  send 
With  tongues  to  earth's  remotest  end. 

Drive  far  away  our  wily  foe. 
And  by  Thy  Grace  sweet  peace  bestow ; 
That  in  Thy  footsteps  we  may  run. 
And  soul-destroying  mischief  shun 


KOMM  GOTT,   SCHOPFER.  24 1 

Let  us  by  Thee  the  Father  know, 
His  Son  Christ  Jesus  also  show, 
That,  full  of  faith,  we  may  know  Thee 
Derived  from  Both  eternally. 

To  God  the  Father,  and  the  Son 
Who  rose  again,  be  honor  done. 
With  Him  who  came  at  Pentecost, 
The  Comforter,  the  Holy  Ghost. 


ANOTHER   VERSION. 

Or  rather  a  loose  paraphrase  of  the  first  three  verses :  from  the  Hymn  Book  of 
the  Methodist  New  Cormexion,  London,  1865.  It  is  there  anonymous,  but  has  the 
date  1852. 

r\  HOLY  Spirit,  now 
^^     With  all  Thy  graces  come, 
And  make  the  temple  of  our  hearts 
Thine  own  abiding  home. 

Visit  each  waiting  mind, 

For  Thou  alone  canst  bless  : 
Stamped  with  Thy  signet,  we  shall  shine 
Complete  in  righteousness. 

The  Comforter  art  Thou, 
Thrice  blessed  is  the  name  ; 
The  dearest,  choicest  Gift  of  Love 
That  human  hearts  may  claim. 
16 


242  GERMAN  HYMNS. 

O  kindle  in  each  breast 

The  hallowed  flame  of  love, 
The  fire  of  zeal,  the  light  of  joy, 
Our  dark  cold  hearts  to  move. 

Thus  in  our  weakness  w^e 
Thy  holy  aid  shall  prove  : 
Thy  perfect  work  none  can  destroy, 
Nor  quench  Thy  deathless  Love. 


>>8=:c 


O    DU   ALLERSUSZSTE   FREUDE. 

Paul  Gerhardt,  1606-1676:  the  greatest  of  German  hyninists,  though  he  left 
but  123  hymns  Of  these  75  have  been  translated  (very  badly)  by  John  Kelly, 
1867.  A  man  of  many  trials;  says  Mr.  Kubler:  "His  portrait,  in  the  church  of 
Llibben,  bears  the  inscription,  'Theologus  in  cribro  Satanze  versatus';  i.e.  A  divine 
sifted  in  Satan's  sleeve."  Of  this  lovely  poem,  first  printed  in  Chr.  Range's  Collec- 
tion, 1653,  we  give  three  versions.  The  first,  which  renders  the  whole  hymn,  is  from 
Jacobi's  Fsalviodia  Gervianica,  second  edition,  1725;  his  best  effort.  Half  a  cen- 
tur)'  later,  part  of  it  was  rewritten  by  Toplady  :  see  below. 

f~\  THOU  sweetest  Source  of  gladness, 
^-^     Faith  and  Hope  and  heavenly  Light, 
Who  in  joy,  as  in  our  sadness. 

Dost  convince  us  of  Thy  might ! 

Holy  Spirit,  God  of  peace. 

Great  Distributer  of  Grace, 
Life  and  Joy  of  the  creation. 
Hear,  O  hear  my  supplication. 

O  Thou  best  of  all  donations 

God  can  give,  or  we  implore  ! 
Having  Thy  sweet  consolations. 

We  need  wish  for  nothinir  more. 


O   DU  ALLERS'OSZSTE  FREUDE. 

Come,  Thou  Lord  of  love  and  power, 
On  my  heart  Thy  graces  shower : 
Work  in  me  a  new  creation, 
Make  my  heart  Thy  habitation. 

From  that  Height  that  knows  no  measure 
As  a  shower  Thou  dost  descend, 

And  bring'st  down  the  richest  treasure 
Man  can  wish  or  God  can  send. 
O  Thou  Glory,  shining  down 
From  the  Father  and  the  Son, 

Grant  me  Thy  communication. 

Which  makes  all  a  new  creation. 

Wise  Thou  art,  know'st  all  recesses 
Of  the  earth  and  spreading  skies ; 

Every  sand  the  shore  possesses 
Thy  omniscient  Mind  descries. 
Lord,  Thou  knowest  that  I  am 
Quite  corrupted,  blind  and  lame. 

Give  me  such  a  wise  behavior 

As  may  please  my  God  and  Saviour. 

Holy  Lord  !  who  lov'st  to  visit 
Souls  of  pure  and  chaste  desire, 

But  abhorrest  an  heart  that's  busied 
With  w^hat  flesh  and  blood  admire  : 
Wash  my  soul,  O  Spring  of  Grace, 
Clean  from  all  unrighteousness  ; 

Make  me  fly  what  Thou  refusest. 

And  delight  in  what  Thou  choosest. 


244 


GERMAN  HYMXS. 


Like  a  lamb  Thou  art  in  nature, 
Of  a  meek  and  tender  mind, 

Doing  good  to  every  creature, 

Though  they  're  still  to  sin  inclined. 
O  forgive,  and  grant  I  may 
Follow  Thy  forgiving  way, 

Love  my  foes  as  my  own  lineage. 

And  hate  none  that  bear  Thy  image. 

Dearest  Lord,  I  live  contented 

In  the  assurance  of  Thy  Love, 
Which,  if  not  by  sin  prevented, 

Does  my  highest  comfort  prove. 

Make  my  soul  Thy  property ; 

All  I  have  shall  be  to  Thee 
And  Thy  glory  dedicated. 
Here,  and  when  I  am  translated. 


1  renounce  what 's  prejudicial 

To  the  glory  of  Thy  Name, 
Counting  only  beneficial 

What's  from  Thee  and  from  the  Lamb. 

At  what  Satan  can  contrive 

I  will  never  once  connive, 
But  with  earnest  opposition 
Cross  that  author  of  perdition. 

O  support  my  weak  endeavor ; 

Second  me  on  every  side  ; 
Thine  assistance,  great  Reliever  ! 

Grant  me  still,  and  be  my  Guide. 


O    DU  ALLERSUSZSTE  FREUDE.  245 

Mortify  my  selfishness, 

Turn  the  old  will  from  sinful  ways, 
And  conform  it  to  Thy  Nature, 
That  my  God  may  love  His  creature. 

Be  my  Guard  on  each  occasion  ; 

When  I'm  sinking,  be  my  staff; 
When  I  die,  be  my  Salvation  ; 

When  I'm  buried,  be  my  Grave  : 

And  when  from  the  grave  I  rise, 

Take  me  up  above  the  skies  ; 
Seat  me  with  Thy  saints  in  glory, 
There  forever  to  adore  Thee. 


THE   SAME   REWRITTEN. 

By  Augustus  Montague  Toplady,  1776.  A  comparison  with  the  above  will 
show  that  this  is  merely  a  partial  revision  of  Jacobi's,  though  a  manifest  improvement. 
Again  altered  and  abridged,  in  one  form  or  another,  this  has  long  been  a  popular 
English  hymn. 

TTOLY  Ghost,  dispel  our  sadness, 
-^  ^     Pierce  the  clouds  of  sinful  night : 
Come,  Thou  Source  of  sweetest  gladness. 

Breathe  Thy  Life,  and  spread  Thy  Light ! 

Loving  Spirit,  God  of  peace. 

Great  Distributer  of  Grace, 
Rest  upon  this  congregation  ! 
Hear,  O  hear  our  supplication. 

From  that  heiofht  which  knows  no  measure 


As  a  gracious  shower  descend ; 


# 


246  GERMAN  HYMNS. 

Bringing  down  the  richest  treasure 
Man  can  wish,  and  God  can  send. 
O  Thou  Glory,  shining  down 
From  the  Father  and  the  Son, 

Grant  us  Thy  illumination  ! 

Rest  upon  this  congregation. 

Come,  Thou  best  of  all  donations 

God  can  give,  or  we  implore  : 
Having  Thy  sweet  consolations. 

We  need  wish  for  nothing  more. 

Come  with  unction  and  with  power ; 

On  our  souls  Thy  graces  shower  ; 
Author  of  the  new  creation. 
Make  our  hearts  Thy  habitation. 

Known  to  Thee  are  all  recesses 
Of  the  earth  and  spreading  skies  ; 

Every  sand  the  shore  possesses 
Thy  omniscient  Mind  descries. 
Holy  Fountain,  wash  us  clean. 
Both  from  error  and  from  sin : 

Make  us  fly  what  Thou  refusest, 

And  delight  in  what  Thou  choosest. 

Manifest  Thy  Love  forever  ; 

Fence  us  in  on  every  side ; 
In  distress  be  our  Reliever ; 

Guard  and  teach,  support  and  guide. 

Let  Thy  kind,  effectual  Grace 

Turn  our  feet  from  evil  wa3's  : 
Show  Thyself  our  New  Creator, 
And  conform  us  to  Thv  Nature. 


O  DU  ALLERS'irSZSTE  FREUDE.  247 

Be  our  Friend  on  each  occasion, 

God,  omnipotent  to  save  ! 
When  we  die,  be  our  salvation ; 

When  we  're  buried,  be  our  Grave : 

And  when  from  the  grave  we  rise, 

Take  us  up  above  the  skies  ; 
Seat  us  with  Thy  saints  in  glory, 
There  forever  to  adore  Thee. 


A  MODERN  VERSION  OF  THE  SAME. 

From  Miss  Winkworth's  Chorale  Book  for  England,  1862. 

OWEETEST  Fount  of  holy  gladness, 
^^     Fairest  Light  was  ever  shed. 
Who  alike  in  joy  and  sadness 

Leavest  none  unvisited  ; 
Spirit  of  the  highest  God, 
Lord,  from  Whom  is  life  bestowed, 
Who  upholdest  every  thing. 
Hear  me,  hear  me,  while  I  sing. 

Thou  art  shed  like  gentlest  showers 

From  the  Father  and  the  Son, 
Bringing  to  us  quickened  powers, 

Purest  blessing  from  their  throne  ; 
Suffer  then,  O  noble  Guest, 
That  rich  gift  by  Thee  possest, 
That  Thou  givest  at  Th}^  will. 
All  my  being  now  to  fill. 


248  GERMAN  HYMNS. 

Thou  art  ever  true  and  holy, 

Sin  and  falsehood  Thou  dost  hate , 
But  Thou  comest  where  the  lowly 

And  the  pure  Thy  presence  wait : 
Wash  me  then,  O  Well  of  Grace, 
Every  stain  and  spot  efface ; 
Let  me  flee  what  Thou  dost  lice, 
Grant  me  what  Thou  lov'st  to  see. 

Well  content  am  I  if  only 

Thou  wilt  deign  to  dwell  with  me : 
With  Thee  I  am  never  lonely. 

Never  comfortless  with  Thee. 
Thine  forever  make  me  now, 
And  to  Thee,  my  Lord,  I  vow 
Here  and  yonder  to  employ 
Every  power  for  Thee  with  joy. 

When  I  cry  for  help,  O  hear  me ; 

When  I  sink,  O  haste  to  save ; 
When  I  die,  be  inly  near  me, 

Be  my  Hope  even  in  the  grave. 
Bring  me  when  I  rise  again 
To  the  Land  that  knows  no  pain, 
Where  Thy  followers  from  Thy  stream 
Drink  forever  joys  supreme. 


I 


ZEUCH  EIN  ZU  DEINEN  THOREN.        249 


ZEUCH    EIN    ZU    DEINEN    THOREN. 


Paul  Gerhardt.  Written  "during  the  Thirty  Years'  Wnr,"  and  in  some  sense 
a  hymn  for  Church  and  State :  first  printed  in  Joh.  Criiger's  Praxis  Pietatis  Melica, 
1656.  The  original  has  16  verses,  of  which  one  is  omitted  in  this  version  by  Miss 
WiNKVvoKTH,  1855.  There  are  two  versions  of  most  of  it,  in  the  P&nlmodia  Ger- 
inanica,  by  Jacobi  and  Haberkorn,  of  13  and  12  verses  severally:  and  a  more  modem 
one,  also  in  13  verses,  by  F.  E.  Cox,  1864.  Dr.  SchaCf,  in  his  Deutsches  Gesangbuch 
(Philadelphia,  1S60),  omits  vv  8-12,  which  have  special  reference  to  the  thirty  years' 
war,  and  are  less  adapted  to  general  use. 


/^^OME  to  Thy  temple  here  on  earth, 

^^     Be  Thou  my  spirit's  Guest, 

Who  givest  us  of  mortal  birth 
A  second  birth  more  blest ; 

Spirit  beloved.  Thou  mighty  Lord, 
Who  with  the  Father  and  the  Son 
Reignest  upon  an  equal  throne, 

Art  equally  adored  ! 

O  enter,  let  me  feel  and  know 

Thy  mighty  power  within, 
That  can  alone  our  help  bestow 

And  rescue  us  from  sin. 

0  cleanse  my  soul  and  make  it  white, 
That  I  with  heart  unstained  and  true 
May  daily  render  service  due 

And  honor  Thee  aright. 

1  w^as  a  wild  unfruitful  vine 

Which  Thou  shouldst  prune  and  train  ; 
Death  pierced  through  all  this  life  of  mine, 
But  Thou  my  foe  hast  slain. 


+ 


^ 4 

250  GERMAN  HYMNS. 

Thy  holy  Baptism  is  his  grave, 
He  perishes  beneath  the  flood 
Of  His  most  precious  Death  and  Blood 

Who  died  our  life  to  save. 

Thou  art  the  Spirit  who  dost  teach 

To  pray  aright,  for  all 
Our  prayers  are  heard  if  Thou  beseech. 

Thy  songs  have  sweetest  fall. 
They  soar  on  tireless  wings  to  heaven, 

They  fail  not  from  before  God's  throne. 

Till  all  His  goodness  we  have  known 
By  whom  all  help  is  given. 

Thou  art  the  Spirit  of  all  joy, 

Sadness  Thou  lovest  not ; 
Thy  comfort  beaming  from  on  high 

Lights  up  the  darkest  lot. 
Ah  yes,  how  many  a  time  of  old 

Thy  voice  hath  rapt  my  soul  away 

To  yon  bright  halls  of  endless  day. 
And  oped  the  gates  of  gold  ! 

Thou  art  the  Spirit  of  all  love, 

The  Friend  of  kindly  life ; 
Thou  wouldst  not  that  our  hearts  should  prove 

The  pangs  of  wrath  and  strife. 
Thou  hatest  hatred's  withering  reign ; 

In  souls  that  discord  maketh  dark 

Dost  Thou  rekindle  Love's  bright  spark, 
And  make  them  one  again. 


ZEUCH  EIN  ZU  DEFNEN  THOREN.         251 

On  Thee  is  all  this  world  upstaid 

And  in  Thy  hands  doth  rest ; 
And  Thou  canst  wayward  hearts  persuade 

To  turn  as  seems  Thee  best. 
O  therefore  give  Thy  love  and  peace, 

That  they  may  join  in  strongest  bands 

Long  parted  foes,  and  through  our  lands 
These  sad  divisions  cease. 

Thou  art  the  true,  the  only  Source 

Whence  concord  comes  to  men  : 
O  that  Thy  power  might  have  free  course 

And  bring  us  peace  again  ! 
O  hear,  and  stem  this  mighty  flood 

That  o'er  us  death  and  sorrow  spreads ; 

Alas  !  each  day  afresh  it  sheds 
Like  water  human  blood. 

And  let  our  nation  learn  to  know 

What,  and  how  deep,  our  sin ; 
Nay,  let  God's  judgments  come,  if  so 

A  fire  be  lit  within 
The  hearts  that  loved  themselves  to  please : 

In  bitter  shame  now  let  them  burn. 

And  loving  Thee,  repentant  spurn 
Their  selfish  worldly  ease. 

Grace  for  the  contrite  heart  abounds, 

Joy  to  the  sad  is  given ; 
To  starve  God's  Truth  will  heal  our  wounds 

And  bring  us  help  from  Heaven. 


252 


GERMAN  HYMNS. 


Lord,  for  Thine  honor's  sake,  make  known 
Thy  power  :  convert  the  wicked  now, 
And  teach  the  hard  to  weep,  for  Thou 

Canst  soften  steel  and  stone  ! 

Arise,  and  make  an  end  of  all 

Our  heartache  and  our  pain  : 
Thy  wandering  flock  at  last  recall 

And  grant  them  joy  again  : 
To  peace  and  wealth  the  lands  restore, 

Wasted  with  fire  or  plague  or  sword ; 

Come  to  Thy  ruined  churches,  Lord, 
And  bid  them  bloom  once  more  ! 

The  rulers  of  our  land  defend. 
Our  sovereign's  throne  uphold  ; 

That  he  and  we  may  prosper,  send 
True  wisdom  to  the  old  : 

With  piety  the  young  men  bless. 

And  through  the  nation  shed  abroad 
True  virtue  and  the  fear  of  God, 

A  nation's  happiness. 

Fill  every  heart  with  holy  zeal 

To  keep  the  Faith  unstained ; 
Let  house  and  land  Thy  blessing  feel, 

Whence  all  true  wealth  is  gained. 
Him  who  resists  Thy  inward  powers, 

The  evil  spirit,  make  Thou  flee ; 

What'er  delights  Thy  heart,  would  he 
Fain  root  from  out  of  ours. 


ZEUCH  EIN  ZU  DEINEN  THOREN.         253 

Give  strong  and  cheerful  hearts  to  stand 

Undaunted  in  the  wars 
That  Satan's  fierce  and  mighty  band 

Is  waging  with  Thy  cause. 
Help  us  to  fight  as  warriors  brave, 

That  we  may  conquer  in  the  field, 

And  not  one  Christian  man  may  yield 
His  soul  to  sin  a  slave. 

Order  according  to  Thy  mind 

Our  life  from  day  to  day ; 
And  when  this  life  must  be  resigned, 

And  Death  has  seized  his  prey, 
When  all  our  days  have  fleeted  by, 

Help  us  to  die  with  fearless  spirit, 

And  let  us  after  death  inherit 
Eternal  life  on  high. 


ANOTHER  VERSION. 

A  more  vigorous  and  graceful  version  of  part  of  the  same  poem,  in  the  original 
measure,  from  The  Chorale  Book  for  England -^  1862. 

r^  ENTER,  Lord,  Thy  temple, 
^^  Be  Thou  my  spirit's  Guest, 
Who  at  my  birth  didst  give  me 

A  second  birth  more  blest. 

Thou  in  the  Godhead,  Lord, 
Though  here  to  dwell  Thou  deignest, 
Forever  equal  reignest. 

Art  equally  adored. 


254 


GERMAN  HYMNS. 


O  enter,  let  me  know  Thee 

And  feel  Thy  power  within, 
The  power  that  breaks  our  fetters 

And  rescues  us  from  sin. 

So  wash  and  cleanse  Thou  me 
That  I  may  serve  Thee  truly, 
And  render  honor  duly 

With  perfect  heart  to  Thee. 

'Tis  Thou,  O  Spirit,  teachest 

The  soul  to  pray  aright ; 
Thy  songs  have  sweetest  music, 

Thy  prayers  have  wondrous  might. 

Unheard  they  cannot  fall. 
They  pierce  the  highest  Heaven, 
Till  He  His  help  hath  given 

Who  surely  helpeth  all. 

Joy  is  Thy  gift,  O  Spirit ! 

Thou  wouldst  not  have  us  pine ; 
In  darkest  hours  Thy  comfort 

Doth  aye  most  brightly  shine. 

Ah  then  how  oft  Thy  voice 
Hath  shed  its  sweetness  o'er  me, 
And  opened  Heaven  before  me. 

And  bid  my  heart  rejoice  ! 

All  love  is  Thine,  O  Spirit ! 

Thou  hatest  enmity  ; 
Thou  lovest  peace  and  friendship, 

All  strife  wouldst  have  us  flee. 


ZEUCH  BIN  ZU  DEINEN   THOREN.         255 

When  wrath  and  discord  reign 
Thy  whisper  inly  pleadeth, 
And  to  the  heart  that  heedeth 

Brings  love  and  light  again. 

The  whole  wide  world,  O  Spirit ! 

Upon  Thy  hands  doth  rest : 
Our  wayward  hearts  Thou  turnest 

As  it  may  seem  Thee  best. 

Once  more  Thy  power  make  known ! 
As  Thou  hast  done  so  often, 
Convert  the  wicked,  soften 

To  tears  the  heart  of  stone. 

With  holy  zeal  then  till  us, 

To  keep  the  Faith  still  pure  ; 
And  bless  our  lands  and  houses 

With  wealth  that  may  endure. 

And  make  that  foe  to  flee 
Who  in  us  with  Thee  striveth  ; 
From  out  our  heart  he  driveth 

Whate'er  delighteth  Thee. 

Order  our  path  in  all  things 

According  to  Thy  mind  ; 
And  when  this  life  is  over 

And  must  be  all  resigned, 

O  grant  us  then  to  die 
With  calm  and  fearless  spirit, 
And  after  death  inherit 

Eternal  life  on  hicrh. 


256  GERMAN  HYMNS. 


O    HEIL'GER   GEIST,  KEHR'BEI    UNS   EIN. 


Michael  Schirmer,  1606-1673:  headmaster  of  the  Grayfriars'  Grammar  School 
at  Berlin.  The  date  of  this  is  1650 :  it  has  seven  verses,  and  is  one  of  the  most  popular 
Spirit-hymns  among  the  Germans  both  in  Europe  and  America.  Translated  by  Miss 
WiNKWORTH,  Chorale  Book,  1862. 


r^  HOLY  Spirit,  enter  in, 

^^     Among  these  hearts  Thy  work  begin, 

Thy  temple  deign  to  make  us  ; 
Sun  of  the  soul,  Thou  Light  divine, 
Around  and  in  us  brightly  shine, 

To  strength  and  gladness  wake  us. 
Where  Thou  shinest  Life  from  Heaven 
There  is  given  : 
We  before  Thee 
For  that  precious  gift  implore  Thee. 

Left  to  ourselves  we  shall  but  stray ; 
O  lead  us  on  the  narrow  way, 

With  wisest  counsel  guide  us. 
And  give  us  steadfastness,  that  we 
May  henceforth  truly  follow  Thee, 

Whatever  woes  betide  us. 
Heal  Thou  gently  hearts  now  broken. 
Give  some  token 
Thou  art  near  us, 
Whom  we  trust  to  light  and  cheer  us. 

O  mighty  Rock,  O  Source  of  Life, 
Let  Thy  dear  Word,  'mid  doubt  and  strife, 
Be  so  within  us  burninof 


J 


O  HEIDGER   GEIST,   KEIIR'BKI  UNS  EIN.       257 


That  we  be  faitliful  unto  death 

In  Thy  pure  Love  and  holy  Faith, 

From  Thee  true  wisdom  learninor. 
Lord,  Thy  graces  on  us  shower ; 

By  Thy  power 

Christ  confessing. 
Let  us  win  His  Grace  and  blessincr. 

O  gentle  Dew,  from  Heaven  now  fall 
With  power  upon  the  hearts  of  all, 

Thy  tenderness  instilling  ; 
That  heart  to  heart,  more  closely  bound. 
Fruitful  in  kindly  deeds  be  found, 

The  law  of  love  fulfilling. 
No  wrath,  no  strife  here  shall  grieve  Thee  ; 
We  receive  Thee. 
Where  Thou  livest 
Peace  and  love  and  joy  Thou  givest. 

Grant  that  our  days,  while  life  shall  last, 
In  purest  holiness  be  past ; 

Our  minds  so  rule  and  strengthen 
That  they  may  rise  o'er  things  of  earth. 
The  hopes  and  joys  that  here  have  birth  : 

And  if  our  course  Thou  lengthen, 
Keep  Thou  pure,  Lord,  from  offences, 

Heart  and  senses  : 

Blessed  Spirit, 
Bid  us  thus  true  Life  inherit. 


f^ 


17 


2S8  GERMAN  HYMNS, 


BRUNQUELL   ALLER   GUTER. 


John  Frank,  161S-1677:  a  Lutheran  lawj'er  and  burgomaster  at  Gubenin  Saxony. 
He  wrote  no  hymns  :  the  date  of  this  is  1660.  Translated  by  Richard  Massie,  1S54. 
Some  of  the  expressions  in  w.  3  and  4  are  rather  untastefully  erotic.  These  ha\e  been 
corrected  in  Mercer's  Church  Psalter  and  Hymti  Book,  1854-6,  and  in  Kennedy  :> 
Hymnologia  Christuina,  1863 :  the  emendat'ons  are  given  below. 


OOURCE  of  good,  whose  power  controls 
^^     Every  movement  of  our  souls  ; 
Wind  that  quickens  where  it  blows ; 
Comforter  of  human  woes ; 
Lamp  of  God,  whose  ray  serene 
In  the  darkest  night  is  seen  ; 
Come,  inspire  my  feeble  strain. 
That  I  mav  not  sincj  in  vain. 

God's  own  Finorer,  skilled  to  teach 
Tongues  of  ever}'  land  and  speech. 
Balsam  of  the  wounded  soul, 
Binding  up  and  making  whole ; 
Flame  of  pure  and  holy  love  ; 
Strensfth  of  all  that  live  and  move  : 
Come,  Thy  gifts  and  fire  impart. 
Make  me  love  Thee  from  the  heart. 

Bridegroom  of  believing  souls  ! 
Let  me  in  the  shelterino^  holes  ^ 
Of  the  Rock  of  Ages  find 
Refuge  from  the  stormy  wind ; 


1  Succor  of  the  soul  bereft, 
Let  me  in  some  sheltering  cleft. 


Mercer  s  Collection. 


I 


BRUiXQUELL   ALLER   GUTER.  259 

Like  a  bird  unto  its  nest 

Flee  away  and  be  at  rest. 

Shine,  Thou  Sun  of  grace  and  bliss, ^ 

Breathe  upon  me  with  Thy  kiss. 

Precious  Git't,  by  God  bestowed. 
Come,  and  make  me  Thine  abode. 
See,  I  languish;  see,  I  faint; 
Listen  to  my  sad  complaint. 
Come,  O  come  to  me,  my  Love,^ 
Come  with  unction  from  above, 
That  my  heart  may  smile  anew 
At  Thy  soul-entrancing  view.^ 

As  the  hart  with  longing  looks 
For  refreshing  water-brooks. 
Heated  in  the  burning  chase, 
So  my  soul  desires  Thy  Grace ; 
So  my  heavy-laden  breast, 
By  the  cares  of  life  opprest. 
Longs  Thy  cooling  streams  to  taste 
In  this  dry  and  barren  waste. 

Mighty  Spirit,  by  whose  aid 
Man  a  living  soul  was  made. 
Everlasting  God,  whose  fire 
Kindles  chaste  and  pure  desire  ! 


1  Shine,  thou  Sun  of  Grace  and  Joj', 
And  inspire  me  from  on  high.  — Kennedy. 

*  Come,  O  fill  me  with  Thy  Love.  —  Mercer. 

'  Make  me  strong  and  pure  and  bright 
With  thy  soul-reviving  light. — Kennedy. 


26o 


GERM  A  N  1/  i :  I A  \  S. 


Grant  in  every  grief  and  loss 
I  may  calmly  bear  the  cross, 
And  surrender  all  to  Thee, 
Comforting  and  strengthening  me. 

Lord,  to  Thy  safe  keeping  take, 
When  I  sleep  and  when  I  wake, 
Every  feature,  limb,  and  bone. 
Every  thing  I  call  my  own  ; 
That  each  word,  and  work,  and  way, 
And  even  this  my  humble  lay, 
May,  O  heavenly  Father,  be 
Good  and  pleasing  unto  Thee. 

Let  not  Hell  with  frowns  or  smiles, 
Open  force  or  cunning  wiles. 
Snap  ^  the  thread  of  my  brief  days  ; 
And  when  gently  life  decays. 
Take  to  Heaven  Thy  servant  dear, 
Who  hath  loved  and  served  Thee  here  ; 
There  eternal  hymns  to  raise. 
Mighty  Spirit,  to  Thy  praise. 


>>*^<: 


KOMM,   O    KOMM,    DU   GEIST   DES    LEBENS. 

Joachim  Neander,  1640-1680.  A  German  Reformed  minister  at  Bremen,  and 
the  greatest  hymnist  of  that  communion,  though  the  author  of  but  71  hymns.  Version 
by  Miss  Winkworth,  185S.  The  Rev.  Theodore  Kiibler,  in  his  Historical  Notes  to 
the  Lyra  Gerntanica,  tells  a  curious  story  about  the  si.xth  verse  of  this  hymn,  given 
below.  It  "was  once  used  under  very  peculiar  circumstances.  In  a  town  of  Nortli- 
ern  Germany  a  very  poor  woman,  who  with  her  two  children  had  had  nothing  to  eat 
for  four  days,  was  driven  to  despair,  and  in  the  night  she  resolved  to  murder  her  chil- 


KOMM,    DU  UEIST  DIlS  LEBENS. 


261 


dren.  She  was  just  taking  up  the  yoimi;est,  with  a  knife  in  lier  hand,  when  the  night 
watchman,  wlio  at  that  moment  passed  under  Iier  low  window,  and  saw  through  a 
hole  of  the  shutter  what  she  was  intending,  suddenly  knocked,  and  entered  the  room. 
He  inquired  about  her  misery,  and  gave  her  fourpence,  promising  to  procure  her  more 
help.  The  good  man  then  went  out  to  sing  a  verse  according  to  his  custom  when 
calling  out  the  hours,  and  he  sang  in  all  the  streets  of  the  town  this  one :  — 

'  And  whene'er  a  yearning  strong 
Presses  out  the  bitter  cry,'  &c." 

TTOLY  Spirit,  once  again 

-*-  -*-     Come,  Thou  true  Eternal  God  ! 

Nor  Thy  power  descend  in  vain. 

Make  us  ever  Thine  abode  ; 
So  shall  Spirit,  joy,  and  light 
Dwell  in  us  where  all  was  nie;;ht. 

Pour  into  our  heart  and  mind 

Wisdom,  counsel,  truth  and  love; 

That  we  be  to  naught  inclined 

Save  what  Thou  mayst  well  approve  ; 

Let  Thy  knowledge  spread  and  grov/, 

Working  error's  overthrow. 

Guide  us.  Lord,  from  day  to  day, 
Keep  us  in  the  paths  of  Grace, 
'    Clear  all  hindrances  away 

That  might  foil  us  in  the  race ; 

When  we  stumble  hear  our  call, 

Work  repentance  for  our  fall. 

Witness  in  our  hearts  that  God 

Counts  us  children  through  His  Son, 

That  our  Father's  gentle  rod 
Smites  us  for  our  good  alone ; 

So  when  tried,  perplexed,  distrest. 

In  His  Love  we  still  may  rest. 


26: 


GERMAN  HYMNS. 


Quicken  us  to  seek  His  face 
Freely,  with  a  trustinor  heart : 

In  our  pra3^ers  O  breathe  Thy  Grace  ; 
Go  with  us  when  we  depnrt ; 

So  shall  our  requests  be  heard, 

And  our  foith  to  joy  be  stirred. 

And  whene'er  a  yearning  strong 

Presses  out  the  bitter  cry, 
Ah  my  God,  how  long,  how  long? 

Then  O  let  me  find  Thee  nigh. 
And  Th}'  w^ords  of  healing  balm 
Bring  me  courage,  patience,  calm. 

Spirit  Thou  of  strength  and  power. 
Thou  new  Spirit  God  hath  given. 

Aid  us  in  temptation's  hour. 

Train  and  perfect  us  for  Heaven ; 

Arm  us  in  the  battle  field. 

Leave  us  never  there  to  yield. 

Lord,  preserve  us  in  the  faith, 
Suffer  naught  to  drive  us  thence. 

Neither  Satan,  scorn,  nor  death  ; 
Be  our  God  and  our  Defence  ; 

Though  the  flesh  resist  Thy  will, 

Let  Thy  Word  be  stronger  still. 

And  at  last  when  we  must  die, 
O  assure  the  sinking  heart 

Of  the  glorious  realm  on  high 

Where  Thou  healest  every  smart, 

Of  the  joys  unspeakable 

Where  our  God  would  have  us  dwell. 


KOMM,   DU  GEIST  DES  LEBENS. 


263 


SECOND   VERSION. 

Partial  translation  by  Dr.  Charles  W.  Schaeffer,  Lutheran  pastor  in  German- 
town,  Pennsylvania:  made  1866.  From  the  Church  Book  of  the  Lutheran  General 
Council,  1S6S. 


/^^OME,  O  come,  thou  quickening  Spirit! 
^^     Thou  forever  art  divine  : 
Let  Thy  powder  never  fail  me, 

Always  fill  this  heart  of  mine  : 
Thus  shall  Grace  and  Truth  and  Light 
Dissipate  the  gloom  of  night. 

Grant  my  mind  and  my  affections 

Wisdom,  counsel,  purity; 
That  I  may  be  ever  seeking 

Naught  but  that  which  pleases  Thee. 
Let  Thy  knowledge  spread  and  grow. 
Working  error's  overthrow. 

Lead  me  to  green  pastures,  lead  me 

By  the  true  and  living  Way  ; 
Shield  me  from  each  strong  temptation 

That  might  draw  my  heart  astray  : 
And  if  e'er  my  feet  should  turn, 
For  each  error  let  me  mourn. 

Holy  Spirit,  strong  and  mighty, 
Thou  who  makest  all  things  new, 

Make  Thy  work  within  me  perfect ; 
Help  me  by  Thy  Word  so  true  ; 

Arm  me  with  that  sw^ord  of  Thine, 

And  the  victory  shall  be  mine. 


264  GERMAN  HYMNS. 

In  the  faith  O  make  me  steadfast : 
Let  not  Satan,  death,  or  shame 

Of  my  confidence  deprive  me  : 
Lord,  my  refuge  is  Thy  Name. 

When  the  flesh  inclines  to  ill. 

Let  Thy  Word  prove  stronger  still. 

And  when  my  last  hour  approaches, 
Let  my  hopes  grow  yet  more  bright, 

(Since  I  am  an  heir  of  heaven,) 
In  Thy  glorious  courts  of  light, 

Fairer  far  than  voice  can  tell. 

There,  redeemed  by  Christ,  to  dwell. 


3:^< 


SCHMUCKT    DAS    FEST    MIT    MAIEN. 


Benjamin  Schmolke,  1672-1737:   Lutheran  pastor  in  Schweidnitz.     He  wrote 
118S  hymns,  some  of  them  of  great  beauty.     The  date  of  this  is  1715:  translated  by 

Miss  WiNKWORTH,   1855. 


/^^OME,  deck  our  feast  to-day 


^ 


With  flowers  and  wreaths  of  Mav, 


And  bring  an  offering  pure  and  sweet ; 
The  Spirit  of  all  Grace 
Makes  earth  His  dwelling-place ; 

Prepare  your  hearts  your  Lord  to  meet. 
Receive  Him,  and  He  shall  outpour 
Such  light,  all  hearts  with  joy  run  o'er, 
And  sound  of  tears  is  heard  no  more. 


J 


SCHMUCKT  DAS  FEST  MIT  MAIEN. 


26: 


Thou  Harbinger  of  peace, 

Who  makest  sorrows  cease, 
Wisdom  in  word  and  deed  is  Thine ; 

Strong  Hand  of  God,  Thy  seal 

The  loved  of  Jesus  feel  ; 
Pure  Light,  o'er  all  our  pathway  shine  ! 

Give  vigorous  life  and  healthy  powers ; 

O  let  Thy  sevenfold  gifts  be  ours, 

Retresh  us  with  Thy  gracious  showers  ! 

O  touch  our  tongues  with  flame, 

When  speaking  Jesu's  name  ! 
And  lead  us  up  the  heavenward  road. 

Give  us  the  power  to  pray. 

Teach  us  what  words  to  say, 
Whene'er  we  come  before  our  God. 

O  Highest  Good,  our  spirits  cheer; 

When  rao-ino-  foes  are  strono-  and  near. 

Give  us  brave  hearts  undimmed  bv  fear. 


O  (golden  Rain  from  heaven  ! 

Thy  precious  dews  be  given 
To  bless  the  churches'  barren  field  ! 

And  let  Thy  waters  flow 

Where'er  the  sowers  sow 
The  seed  of  Truth,  that  it  may  yield 

A  hundred-fold  its  living  fruit. 

O'er  all  the  land  may  take  deep  root, 

And  mighty  branches  heavenward  shoot. 

Thou  fiery  Glow  of  Love  ! 
Let  us  Thy  ardors  prove. 


266  GERMAN  HYMNS. 

Consume  our  hearts  with  quenchless  fire  ! 
Come,  O  Thou  trackless  Wind ! 
Breathe  gently  o'er  our  mind  I 

Nor  let  the  flesh  to  rule  aspire ; 

Help  us  our  free-born  right  to  take, 
The  heavy  yoke  of  sin  to  break, 
And  all  her  tempting  paths  forsake. 

Be  it  Thine  to  stir  our  will ; 

Our  good  intents  fulfil ; 
Be  with  us  when  we  go  and  come  ; 

Deep  in  our  spirits  dwell. 

And  make  their  inmost  cell 
Thy  temple  pure.  Thy  holy  home  ! 

Teach  us  to  know  our  Lord,  that  we 

May  call  His  Father  ours  through  Thee, 

Thou  Pledge  of  glories  yet  to  be  ! 

O  make  our  crosses  sweet. 

And  let  Th}^  sunshine  greet 
Our  longing  eyes  in  clouded  hours  ! 

Wing  Thou  our  upward  flight 

Toward  yonder  mountain  bright, 
Girded  about  with  Zion's  golden  towers  ! 

Forsake  us  not  when  our  last  foe 

Puts  forth  his  strength  to  lay  us  low, 

Then  joyful  victory  bestow  ! 

Let  us,  while  here  we  dwell. 
This  one  thought  ponder  well, 


HOCHGELOBTER   GEIST  UND   HERR.        267 

That  in  God's  likeness  we  are  made. 

As  o'er  a  fruitful  land 

Rich  harvests  waving  stand, 
We,  ser\  ing  Him,  bear  fruits  that  never  fade, 

Till  Thou  in  whom  all  comfort  lies 

Lift  us  to  fields  above  the  skies. 

And  bid  us  bloom  in  Paradise  ! 


>>«<o 


HOCHGELOBTER    GEIST    UND    HERR. 


From  Liturgic  Hymns  of  the  United  Brethren.  Translated  from  the  German, 
1793.  The  only  hymn  of  distinctly  Moravian  origin  that  I  have  found  fit  for  use  here. 
The  English  hymns  of  that  body  are  generally  very  rude,  and  owe  their  reputation 
largely  to  the  fact  that  John  Wesley's  and  Jacobi's  translations,  being  found  in  the 
Moravian  books,  have  been  commonly  supposed  to  be  themselves  Moravian.  This 
is  freely  translated  from  a  hymn  by  Christian  Gregor  (1723-1801  ;  Moravian 
Bishop),  and  John  M.  Lauterbach. 


TTOLY  Ghost,  Thou  God  and  Lord 
"^     Of  Thy  congregation, 

We  to  Thee  w'ith  one  accord 
Pay  our  adoration. 

For  Thy  teachings,  heavenly  Guide, 

O  accept  our  praises  ; 
Have  we  Thee,  we  're  well  supplied 

With  good  gifts  and  graces. 

Thou  explainest  unto  us 

Jesu's  Incarnation, 
And  how  He  upon  the  Cross 

Purchased  our  salvation. 


268 


GERMAN  HYMNS. 


Thou  lillcst  with  the  Gospel  light 

Every  land  and  nation, 
Aid'st  Thv  witnesses  with  mio;ht 

Under  tribulation. 

Us  to  Jesus  Thou  hast  brought, 

And  wilt  keep  us  ever 
In  the  faith,  which  Thou- hast  wrouirht 

Through  Thy  Grace  and  favor. 

With  maternal  faithfulness 
Lead  His  ransomed  people, 

And,  to  please  Him,  give  them  Grace; 
Bear  them  up  when  teeble. 

Daily  Jesu's  flock  thanks  Thee 

For  Thy  kind  tuition  : 
O  may  we  obedient  be 

Through  Thy  benediction. 

Grant  that  we  may  never  lose 

Till  our  dying  moment 
The  rich  comfort,  which  to  us 

Flows  from  Christ's  Atonement. 

For  our  heavenly  Father's  Love, 

Jesu's  great  compassion. 
And  Thy  patience,  ever  prove 

Our  strong  consolation. 

Amen,  Lord  God,  Holy  Ghost ! 

Endless  thanks  and  praises 
Gives  to  Thee  the  ransomed  host 

In  the  name  of  Jesus. 


O  GOTT,  O  GEIS1\  O  LIGHT  DES  LEBENS.      269 


O    (;OTT,    O    GEIST,    O    LIGHT    DES    LEBENS. 

Gerhard  Tersteegen,  1697-1769.     A  very  eminent  Pietist;  wrote  iii  hymns, 
some  of  which,  including  this  one,  appeared  1731.     Translated  by  Miss  Winkworth, 

■     r\  GOD,  O  Spirit,  Light  of  all  that  live, 
^-^^      Who  dost  on  us  that  sit  in  darkness  shine, 
Our  darkness  ever  with  Thy  Light  doth  strive  ; 
In  vain  Thou  lur'st  us  with  Thy  beams  divine  ; 

Yet  none,  O  Spirit,  from  Thine  eye  can  hide  ; 

Gladly  will  I  Thy  searching  glance  abide. 

Search  all  my  hidden  parts,  whate'er  impure 

Thy  Light  discovers  there,  do  Thou  destroy  ; 
The  bitterest  pain  I  vvillingh^  endure. 
Such  pain  is  followed  by  eternal  joy  : 
Thou  'It  cleanse  me  from  my  stains  of  darkest  hue, 
And  in  Christ's  image  form  my  soul  anew. 

I  cannot  stay  the  venomed  power  of  sin, 

'  Tis  Thy  anointing  only  can  avail : 
O  make  my  spirit  new  and  right  within ; 
Without  Thee  all  my  utmost  efforts  fail. 
Life  to  my  cold  dead  soul  I  cannot  give  : 
Be  Thou  my  Life  ;  so  only  shall  I  live. 

O  Breath  from  out  the  Eternal  Silence,  blow 

All  softly  o'er  my  spirit's  barren  ground  ; 
The  precious  fulness  of  my  God  bestow. 

That  where  erst  sin  and  shame  alone  were  found, 
Faith,  love,  and  holy  reverence  may  upspring. 
In  spirit  and  in  truth  to  worship  God  our  King. 


270 


GERMAN  HYMNS. 


O  let  my  thoughts,  my  actions  and  my  will 

Obedient  solely  to  Thy  impulse  move  ; 
My  heart  and  senses  keep  Thou  blameless  still, 
Fixed  and  absorbed  in  God's  unuttered  Love. 
Thy  praying,  teaching,  striving,  in  my  heart, 
Let  me  not  quench,  nor  make  Thee  to  depart. 

0  Fount,  O  Spirit,  who  dost  take  and  show 
Things  of  the  Son  to  us,  who  crystal  clear 

From  God's  throne  and  the  Lamb's  dost  ceaseless 
flow 
Into  the  quiet  hearts  that  seek  Thee  here ; 
I  open  wide  my  mouth,  and  thirsting  sink 
Beside  Thy  stream,  its  living  waves  to  drink. 

1  give  myself  to  Thee,  to  Thee  alone  : 
From  all  else  sundered,  Thou  art  ever  near. 

The  creature  and  myself  I  all  disown. 

Trusting  with  inmost  faith  that  God  is  here. 
O  God,  O  Spirit,  Light  of  Life,  we  see 
None  ever  wait  in  vain,  w4io  wait  for  Thee. 


ANOTHER   VERSION. 
From  Dr.  Kennedy's  Hymnologia  Christiana,  1S63. 

OPIRIT  of  Grace,  Thou  Light  of  Life 
^^     Amidst  the  darkness  of  the  dead. 
Bright  Star,  whereby  through  worldly  strife 

The  people  of  the  Lord  are  led. 
Thou  Dayspring  in  the  deepest  gloom, 
Wildered  and  dark,  to  Thee  I  come.     • 


p 


O  GOTT,  O  GEIST,   O  LIGHT  DES  LEBENS.      '- 

Burn  up  in  me,  Thou  Fire  of  heaven, 

The  evil  seen  by  Thee  alone ; 
Nor  spare,  though  heart  and  flesh  be  riven  ; 

For  joy  shall  dawn  when  grief  is  gone, 
And  in  my  soul  shall  be  restored 
The  glorious  image  of  my  Lord. 

I  languish  in  the  plague  of  sin  ; 

O  heal  Thou  me,  and  I  shall  live  ; 
Renew  my  fainting  heart  within, 

And  give  the  balm  I  cannot  give. 
Live  Thou  in  me,  O  Life  Divine  ! 
The  new  creation's  work  is  Thine. 

O  Breath  from  deep  Eternity, 

Breathe  o'er  my  soul's  unfertile  land; 

So  shall  the  pine  and  myrtle-tree 
Spring  up  amidst  the  desert  sand, 

And  where  Thy  living  w^ater  flows, 

The  wild  shall  blossom  as  the  rose. 

Let  me  in  w^ill  and  deed  and  word 

Obey  Thee  as  a  little  child, 
And  in  Thy  love  abide,  O  Lord, 

For  ever  pure  and  undefiled  : 
Teach  me  to  work,  and  strive  and  pray, 
And  keep  me  in  Thy  heavenward  way. 


71 


272 


GERMAN  HYMNS. 


THOU    WHO    LOVEST    US    AS    A    FATHER. 


David  Bkuhn,  1727-1782,  was  a  pupil  of  the  devout  Jacob  Baumgarten,  and 
was  afterwards  preacher  in  Berlin,  and  autlior  of  eleven  hymns  of  no  particular  repute. 
He  is  not  mentioned  by  KUbler.  The  original  of  this  is  inaccessible,  and  the  transla* 
tion  is  anonymous  and  cut  from  a  newspaper. 

^  I  ^HOU  who  lovest  us  as  a  Father, 

-*-       Faithful  God  !  and  who  hast  said 
Thou  wilt  give  Thy  Holy  Spirit 
To  all  those  who  seek  His  aid, 
Humbly  I  beseech  of  Thee, 
Father,  send  Him  now  to  me. 
That  He  may  renew  my  heart 
And  set  it  for  Thy  shrine  apart. 

Without  Him  fails  all  my  knowledge, 
Fruitfulness,  and  strength  and  life, 

And  my  heart  forgets  Thy  presence. 
Drowned  in  earthly  toil  and  strife, 

If  He  do  not,  through  His  might, 

Set  both  heart  and  will  aright. 

That  I  to  Thee  may  wholly  give 

Myself,  and  to  Thy  honor  live. 

Fount  divine  of  holy  blessings. 

Glorious  Spirit  of  the  Lord, 
Thou  by  whom  the  human  spirit 

Is  to  peace  and  truth  restored ; 
After  Thee  I  thirst  and  pine, 
I  to  Thee  myself  resign  ; 
Make  me  holy  to  God's  praise. 
Wise  to  walk  in  heavenly  ways. 


THOU  WHO  LOVEST  US  AS  A  FATHER. 


73 


Mould  me  wholly  in  Thine  image, 
Blessed  Source  of  love  and  peace  ; 

Let  me  love  and  meekness  cherish, 
Let  me  count  my  gains  increase, 

Whene'er  I  with  faithful  hand 

Can  cement  a  peaceful  band, 

Or  can  lighten,  soothe,  or  share 

Any  human  load  of  care. 

Teach  m^e.  Lord,  with  true  self-knowledge, 

All  my  secret  faults  to  see, 
Humbly  to  my  God  to  tell  them, 

And  to  Him  for  pardon  flee. 
Daily  make  my  earnest  striving 
To  forsake  them  in  me  new  : 
To  the  work  of  growing  holy 
Ever  Thou  my  strength  renew. 

To  Thy  work  of  Grace  I  owe  it 

If  there  's  any  good  in  me  ; 
This  desire  Thyself  hast  kindled. 

That  I  thirst  and  long  for  Thee  ; 
Oh,  to  prosper  through  Thy  word 
This  Thy  gracious  working,  Lord, 
That  in  the  happy  end  it  be 
All  gloriously  complete  in  me. 


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74 


GERMAN  HYMNS. 


O   GEIST    DES    HERRN,    NUR    DEINE    KRAFT. 

John  Caspar  Lavater,  1741-1801.  The  physiognomist:  pastor  at  Zurich: 
remarkable  for  eccentricity,  enthusiasm,  benevolence,  purity,  and  piety.  In  proof  of 
all  these  qualities,  see  his  very  curious  and  able  Aphorisms.  This  translation  is  by 
Frances  Elizabeth  Cox,  whose  Hymns  front  the  German,  1S41  (zded.  enlarged, 
186^),  is  a  book  of  interest  and  value.  I  give  the  older  text:  it  was  afterwards 
revised. 

r\  HOLY  Ghost!  Thy  heavenly  dew 
^^     The  hearts  of  sinners  can  renew ; 
Thou  dost  within  our  breasts  abide, 
And  still  to  holy  actions  guide. 

Thou  makest  the  soul  with  joy  to  sing 
When  sorrow's  clouds  are  deepening  ; 
With  Jesus  Christ  Thou  makest  us  one, 
Earnest  of  Heaven,  from  God's  high  throne. 

Best  Gift  of  God,  and  man's  true  Friend, 
Into  my  inmost  soul  descend  ; 
The  mind  of  Jesus  Christ  impart, 
And  consecrate  to  Thee  my  heart. 

Teach  me  to  do  my  Father's  will. 
Beneath  His  guidance  to  lie  still ; 
Lighten  my  mind,  and  O,  incline 
My  heart  to  make  His  pleasure  mine. 

From  spot  and  blemish  make  me  pure, 
My  heavenly  happiness  secure ; 
When  lost  in  darkness,  give  me  light. 
And  cheer  me  through  death's  dreary  night. 


GEIST  DES   GLAUBENS. 


GEIST    DES    GLAUBENS,   GEIST    DER    STARKE. 

"The  Spirit  of  the  Fathers."  Charles  John  Philip  Spitta,  D.D.,  1801- 
1859:  Lutheran  j-.astor  and  superintendent.  His  hymns,  106  in  number,  were  pub- 
lished in  1833  ^"<i  1843,  under  tlie  title  Psaltery  and  Harp.  They  went  through  a 
number  of  editions  at  home,  and  have  all  been  translated  by  Richard  Massie,  Esq., 
in  the  First  and  Second  Series  of  Lyra  Domestica,  i860  and  1863.  This  and  the 
next  belong  to  the  earlier  dates. 

OPIRIT,  by  whose  operation 
^^     Faith  and  holiness  proceed, 
Source  of  heavenly  conversation, 

Strength  in  weakness,  Help  in  need  ! 
Spirit,  by  w^iose  inspiration 

Prophets  and  Apostles  spake, 
Martyrs  bled,  and  tribulation 

Saints  endured  for  Jesus'  sake  ! 

Lord,  endue  us  with  Thy  blessing, 

That,  though  babes  we  be  in  Grace, 
Faith,  and  love,  and  zeal  possessing 

For  Thy  house  and  holy  place. 
We  may  stake  our  dearest  treasures, 

All  the  good  things  of  this  life, 
Honor,  wealth  and  darling  pleasures. 

In  the  great  and  holy  strife. 

Give  us  Abram's  faith  unshaken 

That  the  promise  must  be  true, 
And  what  God  hath  undertaken 

He  assuredly  will  do  ; 
Which  not  only  could  unmoved 

Trust  the  Covenant  of  Grace, 
But  the  thing  which  he  most  loved 

At  the  Lord's  disposal  place. 


276 


GERMAN  HYMNS. 


Give  us  Joseph's  chaste  behaviour, 

When  the  world  with  crafty  wiles 
Seeks  to  draw  us  from  the  Saviour 

To  herself,  with  frowns  or  smiles. 
Give  us  grace  and  strength,  for  shunning 

This  ensnaring  Potiphar ; 
Wisdom  to  elude  her  cunning, 

Strength  her  open  hate  to  bear. 

Give  us  Moses'  intercession, 

When  he  pleaded,  wept  and  prayed, 
That  the  people's  sore  transgression 

Might  not  to  their  charge  be  laid. 
Let  us  not  with  selfish  coldness 

See  the  sinner  go  astray, 
But  with  Moses'  holy  boldness 

Plead  and  wrestle,  weep  and  pray. 

Give  us  David's  bold  defiance 

Of  the  Lord's  and  Israel's  foes. 
And,  in  trouble,  the  reliance 

Which  on  God,  his  Rock,  he  shows; 
His  right  princely  disposition. 

Friendship,  constancy,  and  truth. 
But  still  more,  his  deep  contrition 

For  the  errors  of  his  youth. 


Arm  us  with  the  stern  decision 
Of  Elijah,  in  these  days. 

When  men  led  by  superstition 
To  false  gods  new  altars  raise. 


GEIST  DES  GLAUBENS. 

Let  us  shun  the  mere  profession 
Common  in  our  da3-s  and  land, 

Witnessing  a  good  confession, 
Even  if  alone  we  stand. 

Give  us  the  Apostles'  daring, 

And  their  bold,  undaunted  mood, 
Threats,  and  fierce  reproaches  bearing, 

To  proclaim  a  Saviour's  Blood. 
Let  us  to  the  truth  bear  witness, 

Which  alone  can  make  us  free, 
Nor  leave  off,  until  its  sweetness 

All  shall  taste  and  know  through  Thee, 

Give  us  Stephen's  look  collected. 

And  his  calm  and  cheerful  mind. 
When  we  meet  with  unexpected 

Trials  of  the  sharpest  kind. 
In  the  midst  of  shouts  and  crying 

Let  us  wdth  composure  stand, 
Open  Heaven  to  us  in  dying. 

Show  us  Christ  at  God's  right  hand. 

Spirit,  by  whose  operation 

Faith  and  love  and  might  are  given, 
Source  of  holy  conversation, 

Bearing  seed  and  fruit  for  heaven  ; 
Spirit,  by  whose  inspiration 

Prophets  and  Apostles  spake, 
Visit  us  with  Thy  salvation, 

Dwell  with  us  for  Jesus'  sake  ! 


278  GERMAN  HYMiXS. 

O    KOMM,    DU    GEIST    DER   WAHRHEIT. 

Spitta,  1S33:    translated  by  R.  Massie,  i860. 

"pvRAW,  Holy  Spirit,  nearer, 
-*-^  And  in  our  hearts  abide  ; 
O  make  our  judgment  clearer, 

Our  minds  inform  and  guide. 
O  come,  Thou  great  Renewer, 

Touch  heart  and  lip  with  fire  ; 
Make  every  bosom  truer. 

Our  aims  and  objects  higher. 

O  come.  Thou  true  Consoler, 

Thou  Fire,  that  warms  the  cold; 
The  hauq-htv  breast's  Controller, 

O  come  and  make  us  bold. 
On  all  sides  danger  threatens ; 

Lord,  to  our  succour  come. 
And  arm  us  with  the  weapons 

Of  early  Christendom. 

Hard  unbeHef  and  folly 

The  Truth  of  God  deny ; 
O  arm  us.  Lord  most  holy, 

With  weapons  from  on  high, 
With  faith  that  never  falters. 

Unmoved  by  fear  or  praise, 
And  love  that  never  alters. 

And  hope  in  darkest  days. 


O  KOMM,   DU  GEIST  DER   WAHRHEIT.     279 

We  need  a  free  confession 

In  this  our  lukewarm  age  ; 
A  frank  and  full  profession 

In  spite  of  scorn  and  rage  ; 
To  friend  alike  and  foeman, 

On  this,  or  heathen  ground, 
To  every  man  and  woman, 

The  Gospel-trump  to  sound. 

Where'er  Thy  Word  is  sounded, 

In  far  and  savage  lands. 
The  Heathen  are  confounded. 

And  cast  off  Satan's  bands. 
On  every  side  they  waken 

To  hear  Thy  blessed  Word  : 
Shall  it  from  us  be  taken. 

By  us  remain  unheard? 

On  us,  O  Thou  most  holy, 

Thy  wrath  doth  justly  fall. 
Who  hear,  yet  through  our  folly 

Have  not  obeyed  the  call : 
Let  us  with  deep  prostration. 

Implore  God's  Grace,  that  thus 
The  Word  of  His  salvation 

Be  not  w^ithdrawn  from  us. 

Give  power  to  those  who  witness 
And  preach  Thy  holy  Word, 

That  all  may  taste  its  sweetness, 
And  rally  round  the  Lord. 


28o 


DANISH  HYMNS. 


Be  this  our  preparation, 

A  heart  and  tongue  of  fire  ! 

That  this  our  proclamation 
May  speed  as  we  desire. 


5j*it 


Fro7n  the  Danish. 


THOU   HOLY   SPIRIT,    COMFORTER   SUBLIME. 

The  hymns  of  Denmark  are  little  known  here:    but  Mr.   Gilbert  Tait  lias 
recently  (London,  1868)  translated  a  hundred  of  them.     This  one  is  by  Christensen. 

npHOU  Holy  Spirit,  Comforter  sublime  ; 

■^       Thou  purest  Fountain  of  eternal  Truth  ; 
Thou  who,  enthroned  above  all  space  and  time, 
Cleavest  the  darkness  with  Thy  rays  of  ruth  ; 
Come,  Thou  exalted,  mystic  Guest, 
Through  Thee  may  Pentecost  be  blest ! 
O  Thou,  high  Heaven's  Dove, 
In  glory,  life,  and  love. 
Fly  down,  and  be  our  rapture  and  our  rest ! 

Into  our  bosom  may  Thy  message  steal, 

A  word  recalling  the  eternal  Word  : 
A  holy  joy,  a  holv  strength  reveal ; 

Enrich,  inspire  with  things  unseen,  unheard. 
O  cleanse  our  soul  from  leprous  sin ; 
Lead  potent  Grace  in  triumph  in. 
Renew  us  in  Christ's  peace. 
And  through  the  grand  release 
May  we  our  deathless,  priceless  heirdom  win  I 


RETURNED  IS  SACRED  PENTECOST.       28 1 

Bound  by  the  bonds  of  sacred  peace  we  dwell 

In  sweetest,  in  the  Spirit's  unity. 
Through  faith  ecstatic  may  our  anthems  swell, 
Tones  in  the  mighty  concert  of  the  sky  ! 
Let  seeds  from  heaven  scattered  grow 
As  heaven,  fruitful  here  below; 
Let  earth,  so  barren,  cold, 
Brinor  forth  a  hundredfold 
The  trees  of  life,  that  heal  all  human  woe. 

Thou,  Spirit,  hast  the  strong  foundations  laid 

Which  never,  never  can  be  overthrown ; 
Stablished  thereon,  in  noblest  grace  arrayed. 
May  Thy  true  Church  increasing  converts  own  I 
Us  in  our  combats  strengthen,  cheer; 
In  our  temptations  be  Thou  near ; 
Us  with  faith's  valors  shield ; 
Ne'er  may  we  craven  yield, 
But  seek  immortal  homes  in  holy  fear. 


RETURNED  IS  SACRED  PENTECOST. 

The  three  which  follow  are  taken  from  Hymns  for  the  use  of  the  Lutheran  Con- 
gregations in  the  Danish  West  India  Islands.  Copenhagen,  1850.  Authorized  by 
the  Danish  Government.  Of  150  hymns  therein,  tlie  majority  appear  to  be  original 
translations,  made  by  a  person  not  thoroughly  familiar  with  English.  In  naive  rude- 
ness and  "sweet  simplicity,"  they  resemble  the  early  Moravian  versions  from  the 
German,  one  of  which  we  have  ventured  to  insert  in  this  book. 

"D  ETURNED  is  sacred  Pentecost : 
■'^     Be  Thou  our  Guest,  O  Holy  Ghost ! 
With  God  the  Father  and  the  Son 
Thou  from  eternity  art  One. 


282  DANISH  HYMNS. 

0  Lord,  support  me,  proofs  to  give 
That  Jesus  Christ  in  me  doth  live, 
And  that  in  none  I  hope  and  trust 
But  Him  who  came  to  save  the  lost. 

1  pray  Thee,  Holy  Ghost,  abide 
With  me,  and  be  to  Truth  my  Guide, 
That  I  may  never  from  the  way 

Of  faith  in  Christ  one  moment  stray. 

Should  carelessly  asleep  I  fall. 
Rouse  me  by  Thy  almighty  call, 
And  keep  me,  that  with  greater  care 
I  may  avoid  sin's  hidden  snare. 

Without  Thee  I  should  vainly  seek 
The  w^ay  to  God  and  Jesus  meek  : 
Grant  therefore  that  Thy  heavenly  light 
Shine  always  to  me  clear  and  bright. 

In  grief  and  fear  and  poverty 
And  in  temptation,  stay  with  me ; 
Thou  art  my  Comforter  ;  supply 
Me  with  Thy  comfort  till  I  die. 

Then  gladly  I  shall  bear  my  cross 
And  count  as  gain  my  worldly  loss, 
If  thus  I  gain  the  treasure  which 
In  Jesus  Christ  doth  make  me  rich. 

0  Holy  Ghost,  I  trust  in  Thee : 

1  pray  that  Thou  wait  strengthen  me, 
And  fill  my  heart  with  hope  and  faith. 
And  make  me  cheerful  in  mv  death. 


I 


BE   OUR  SUPPORT,    O  HOLY  GHOST!       283 


BE    OUR   SUPPORT,    O    HOLY   GHOST! 

From  the  same  source. 

TI)  E  our  support,  O  Holy  Ghost ! 
-■-^     Our  lot  is  naught  but  weakness. 
To  dangers  we  are  here  exposed, 
To  wants,  to  grief  and  sickness. 
Our  flesh  and  blood 
Are  foes,  O  God, 
That  threaten  to  enslave  us  : 
We  should  be  lost 
If,  Holy  Ghost, 
Thou  wert  not  sent  to  save  us. 

We  often  should  be  led  astray 

And  lose  the  path  forever, 
If  Thou  didst  not  enlight  our  way, 
And  wert  a  Guide  that  never 

Wilt  us  forsake ; 

If  we  but  wake 
When  Thou  dost  kindly  call  us. 

If  we  obey, 

O  Spirit,  Thee, 
No  evil  can  befall  us. 

O  Holy  Ghost,  send  us  Thy  light, 
Thy  strength  and  consolation  ; . 

Watch  over  us  by  day  and  night, 
Complete  Thou  our  salvation  : 


284  DANISH  HYMNS. 

Until  we  see 
What  here  must  be 

To  mortal  eyes  concealed, 
Until  at  length 
In  light  and  strength 

Our  happiness  is  sealed. 


GOD    HOLY   GHOST,    TEACH    US   IN    FAITH. 

Apparently  founded,  to  some  extent,  on  Luther's  Nun  bitten  wir  den  Heilgen 


Geist 


/^^OD  Holy  Ghost,  teach  us  in  faith 
^-^      To  love  our  Saviour  truly, 
With  all  our  heart,  in  life  and  death. 

And  thus  to  serve  Him  duly  : 
That  we  may  get  from  death  release. 
In  Jesus'  wounds  obtain  the  peace 

Which  is  alone  His  merit. 

Help  always,  that  Thy  doctrine  sound 
May  be  our  heart's  best  treasure, 

And  that  Thy  blessed  Word  be  found 
A  source  of  life  and  pleasure  ! 

Yea,  render  us  dead  unto  sin, 

Born  new  to  Heaven's  peace  again, 
With  fruits  of  faith  abounding  ! 

When  life  and  breath  shall  pass  away, 
When  death  will  make  us  shiver, 

Let  us  Thy  comfort  feel,  we  pray. 
From  sadness  us  deliver  : 


I 
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SPIRIT  OF  CHARITY.  285 

That  we  may  then  our  soul  commend 
With  confidence  in  Jesus'  hand, 
To  rest  in  peace  and  safety. 


3j*iC 


From  the  French. 
SPIRIT    OF    CHARITY. 

Jeanne  de  la  Mothe  Guion  (1647-1717),  the  celebrated  Quietest.  Her  poems 
were  written  during  a  ten-years'  imprisonment.  Some  of  them  were  translated  in 
1782  by  William  Cowper  (1731-1800),  and  given  to  his  friend  the  Rev.  William 
Bull,  who  published  them  in  iSoi.     Two  brief  extracts  are  here  given. 

OPIRIT  of  Charity,  dispense 
^^     Thy  Grace  to  every  heart ; 
Expel  all  other  spirits  thence, 
Drive  self  from  every  part. 
Charity  Divine,  draw  nigh. 
Break  the  chains  in  which  we  lie  ! 

All  selfish  souls,  whate'er  they  feign, 

Have  still  a  slavish  lot ; 
They  boast  of  liberty  in  vain ; 

Of  love,  and  feel  it  not. 
He  whose  bosom  glows  with  Thee, 
He,  and  he  alone,  is  free. 

O  blessedness,  all  bliss  above, 
When  Thy  pure  fires  prevail ! 

Love  only  teaches  what  is  love ; 
All  other  lessons  fail. 

We  learn  its  name,  but  not  its  powers ; 

Experience  only  makes  it  ours. 


286 


FRENCH  HYMNS. 


r\  MESSENGER  of  dear  delight, 

^-^     Whose  voice  dispels  the  deepest  night, 

Sweet  peace-proclaiming  Dove  ! 
With  Thee  at  hand  to  soothe  our  pains, 
No  wish  unsatisfied  remains. 

No  task;  but  that  of  love. 


"HE   SHALL   TESTIFY   OF    ME." 

John  xv.  26. 

The  celebrated  Dr.  Cesar  Malan,  of  Geneva,  wrote  some  83  hymns,  which  have 
been  translated  by  Jane  E.  Arnold,  and  printed  in  London,  1866,  under  the  title 
Lyra  Evangelica.     From  that  volume  are  taken  the  two  which  follow. 


t~\  HOLY  Spirit,  blessed  Comforter, 
^^     Who  hast  revealed  the  Saviour  to  my  heart, 
Lead  me  again  to  Him  whom  I  adore, 
And  the  assurance  of  His  Love  impart. 

Once  in  blind  ignorance  I  loved  to  stray. 

And  only  lived  the  world's  vain  smile  to  share , 

And  thus  while  wandering  in  error's  way. 
My  onward  path  was  darkness  and  despair. 

Eternal  Spirit !     Thine  almighty  power 

Illumined  this  dark  scene  with  heavenly  light, 

And  graciously  revealed  in  that  blest  hour 
Jesus,  the  anointed  Saviour,  to  my  sight. 


HE   SHALL   GUIDE    YOU  INTO    TRUTH.     287 

But,  Lord,  I  could  not  realize  Thy  Love, 

Nor  dared  to  trust  Thy  Word  and  venture  near, 

Until,  through  faith  in  Jesus'  precious  Blood, 
"  Peace  in  believing  "  banished  all  my  fear. 

O  Holy  Comforter  !  I  bless  Thy  Name, 
Who  hast  my  soul  to  Life  eternal  sealed : 

By  Thee  my  precious  Saviour's  Love  I  claim, 
And  to  His  Will  would  glad  obedience  yield. 

Lord  !  ever  speak  of  Jesus  to  my  heart ; 

Help  me  to  love  Him,  serve  Him,  and  adore; 
And  thus  prepare  my  spirit,  here  on  earth. 

To  dwell  with  Him  in  Heaven  forever  more. 


I 


HE    SHALL   GUIDE   YOU    IxMTO  ALL   TRUTH, 

John  xvi.  13. 

OPIRIT  of  Truth  !  Thy  gracious  beams 
^^     Of  heavenly  light  impart ; 
Revealing  all  the  Father's  Love 
To  every  waiting  heart. 

Cause  us  to  taste  and  feed  upon 

The  sweetness  of  Thy  Word ; 
There  may  our  precious  Saviour's  voice 

Celestial  peace  afford. 


288  FRENCH  HYMNS. 

From  pride  and  error  guard  our  steps, 

Their  latent  evils  show  ; 
And  lead  us  to  the  sacred  founts 

Whence  living  waters  flow. 

Show^  us  the  glory  of  our  Lord, 
And  consecrate  our  powers 

To  Him  through  whose  victorious  Love 
Eternal  Life  is  ours. 


I 


OLD   ENGLISH    HYMNS. 


1530-1700. 


4 


# 


/^  BLESSED  Spirit,  Who  guidest  and  governest  the  Church 
of  Christ  in  all  truth,  illuminating  its  doctors,  strengthen- 
ing its  martyrs  and  perfecting  its  saints  :  Thou  Bond  of  the 
mystical  union  between  Christ  our  Head  and  us  His  members, 
and  between  the  Church  above  and  the  Church  below,  have 
mercy  upon  us,  and  keep  us  in  the  unity  of  the  faith.     Amen. 


I 


OLD   ENGLISH    HYMNS. 

1530-1700. 


BISHOP  MYLES   COVERDALE,    14S8-1569. 

One  of  the  leading  Reformers;  translator  of  the  Scriptures  (1535),  and  Bishop  of 
Exeter  (1551-53).  His  forty  Goostly  Psahnes  attd  Spirituall  Songes  appeared  before 
1539.  Two  of  them,  translated  from  Luther,  are  given  at  pp.  231,  237,  of  this  volume. 
This  one,  which  stands  first  of  the  forty  in  his  Reiftaitis,  is  perhaps  in  part  founded  on 
Luther's  Kotnm  Gott,  Schop/er. 

r~\   HOLY  Spirite  our  Comfortoure, 

^^     For  grace  and  help,  Lorde,  now  we  call ; 

Teach  us  to  know  Christ  our  Savioure, 

And  His  Father's  mercy  over  all. 

From  His  swete  Worde  let  us  not  fall ; 

But  lyft  up  our  hertes  alway  to  The, 

That  we  may  receave  it  thankfully. 

Nowe  seynge  we  are  come  together 

To  heare  the  wordes  of  verite  ; 

In  understandynge  be  Thou  Guyder, 

That  we  may  folowe  the  voyce  of  The. 

From  straunge  lernynge,  Lorde,  kepe  us  fre, 

That  we  thorowe  them  be  not  begyled : 

Kepe  our  understandynge  undefyled. 

We  praye  The  also,  blessed  Lorde, 
Enflame  our  hertes  so  with  Thv  Grace, 


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292 


OLD   ENGLISH  HYMNS. 


That  in  our  lives  we  folowe  Thy  Worde, 
And  one  forgeve  another's  trespace. 
To  amende  our  lyves,  Lord,  geve  us  space ; 
With  Thy  godly  frutes  endevve  us  all, 
That  from  Thy  Worde  we  never  fall. 

Let  us  not  have  Thy  Worde  only 

In  our  mouthe  and  in  our  talkynge ; 

But  both  in  dede  and  verite 

Let  us  shewe  it  in  our  lyvynge. 

Make  us  frutefull  in  every  thynge, 

And  in  good  workes  so  to  encrease 

That  whyle  we  lyve,  we  may  The  please. 

O  Lorde,  lende  us  Thy  strength  and  power, 

To  mortifie  all  carnall  luste  : 

In  all  our  trouble  send  us  succour, 

That  we  faynt  not  in  The  to  truste. 

And  make  us  stronge  to  suffer  with  Christe, 

Beynge  pacient  in  adversite. 

And  in  all  thynges  thankfuU  to  The. 


>>e<c 


ANONYMOUS. 


From  the  Old  Version  of  the  Psalms,  by  Sternhoi.d,  Hopkins,  and  others, 
completed  in  1562:  or  rather  one  of  the  hymns  added  thereto,  and  partly  by  the  same 
writers.     I  know  no  way  of  ascertaining  the  precise  date  and  authorship  of  this. 


COME,  Holy  Spirit,  God  of  might, 
The  Comforter  of  all ; 
Teach  us  to  know  Thy  Word  aright, 
That  we  may  never  fall. 


BEFORE   SERMON.  293 

O  Holy  Ghost,  visit  our  land, 

Defend  us  with  Thy  shield  ; 
Against  all  sin  and  wickedness. 

Lord,  help  us  win  the  field. 

O  Lord,  preserve  our  King,  and  bless 

His  council,  that  they  may 
Be  steadfast  in  the  Gospel  of 

Our  Saviour  Christ  alway. 

O  Lord,  that  giv'st  Thy  holy  Word, 

Send  preachers  plenteously, 
That  in  the  same  we  may  accord, 

And  therein  live  and  die. 

O  Holy  Spirit,  guide  aright 

The  preachers  of  Thy  Word, 
That  Thou  by  them  may'st  cut  down  sin 

As  it  were  with  a  sword. 

Depart  not  from  Thy  pastors  pure. 

But  aid  them  at  their  need. 
Who  break  to  us  the  Bread  of  Life 

Whereon  our  souls  do  feed. 

Blessed  Spirit  of  Truth,  keep  us 

In  peace  and  unity ; 
Keep  us  from  sects  and  errors  all 

And  from  all  heresy. 


'94  OLD   EXGLISH  HYMNS. 

Convert  all  those  that  are  our  foes 
And  bring  them  to  Thy  light, 

That  they  and  we  may  all  agree, 
And  praise  Thee  day  and  night. 

True  faith  in  us,  O  Lord,  increase, 

And  let  love  so  abound 
That  man  and  wife  may  live  in  peace 

And  all  about  us  round. 

In  our  time  give  Thy  peace,  O  Lord, 

To  nations  far  and  nigh, 
And  teach  them  all  Thy  Word,  that  they 

May  sing  to  Thee  most  high. 


>>e:^c 


FRANCIS   KINWELMERSH. 


"A  member  of  Gray's  Imi,"  triend  of  Gascoigne,  and  a  "noted  poet  in  the  age 
of  Elizabeth."  From  The  Paradise  of  Daintie  Devises.  1576.  Reprinted  in  Edward 
Farr's  Select  Poetry  0/  the  Reign  0/  Qi4eeti  Elizabeth,  1845. 


/^OME,  Holy  Ghost,  eternall  God, 

^-^     And  ease  the  wo  full  greefe. 

That  through  the  heapes  of  heavy  sinne 

Can  noewhere  tind  releefe  : 

Do  Thou,  O  God,  redresse 
The  great  distresse 

Of  sinfull  heavinesse. 

Come,  comfort  the  afflicted  thoughts 
Of  my  consumed  heart : 


O  SPIRIT  OF  ESPECIAL   POWER.  295 

O  rid  the  pearcing  pricking  paines 
Of  my  tormenting  smart. 

0  Holy  Ghost,  graunt  me 
That  I  by  Thee 

From  sinne  may  purged  be. 

Thou  art  my  God  ;  to  Thee  alone 

1  will  commend  my  cause  : 

Nor  glittering  golde,  nor  precious  stone, 
Shall  make  me  leave  Thy  lawes. 
O  teach  me  then  the  way 

Whereby  I  may 
Make  Thee  my  onely  stay. 

My  lippes,  my  tung,  my  heart,  and  all 

Shall  spread  Thy  mightie  Name  ; 
My  voice  shall  never  cease  to  sound 

The  praises  of  the  same. 

Yea,  everie  living  thing 
Shall  sweetly  sing 

To  Thee,  O  heavenlie  King. 


■^>#<c 


RICHARD   VENNARD. 


"A  gentleman  of  Lincoln's  Inn,"  who  wrote  three  books.     This  is  from   The 
Right  Way  to  Heaven,  1601,  through  Farr's  Select  Poetry. 


r\  HEAVENLY  Spirit  of  especiall  power, 

^^  That  in  Thy  hand  Thy  praise  of  praises  boldest, 

And  from  the  top  of  Truthe's  triumphant  tower 
The  hidden  fence  of  fairest  thoughts  unfoldest. 


# 


296 


OLD   ENGLISH  HYMNS. 


Inspire  this  hart  and  humble  soule  of  mine 
With  some  sweet  sparkle  of  Thy  power  divine. 

Teach  me  to  think  but  on  that  onely  thought, 
Wherein  doth  live  the  grace  of  vertue's  glory  ; 

And  learn  no  more  than  what  Thy  Truth  hath 
taught 
To  those  best  wits  that  w^rite  Thy  w^orthie  story ; 
Wherein  is  seene  in  heaven  and  earth's  preserving 
The  highest  point  of  praises,  praise  deserving. 

Let  not  compare  come  neere  unto  none  such  : 

Heaven  bee  my  thought,  and  let  the  world  go  by  : 
And  say  with  all  that,  say  I  ne'er  so  much. 
All  are  but  trifles  to  Thy  treasurie  : 
For  all  no  more  than  what  Thy  mercy  giveth, 
Who  can  behold  wherein  Thy  glory  liveth? 

No,  I  can  see  the  shining  of  the  sunne. 

But  cannot  sound  the  essence  of  the  light : 
Then  of  Thy  face,  in  whom  that  faire  begunne, 
How  can  my  soule  presume  to  have  a  sight? 
No,  my  deere  God,  Thy  glory  hath  a  beeing, 
Where  eye,  nor  heart,  nor  soule,  may  have  a  seeing. 

And  therefore.  Lord,  since  such  Thy  glory  is 
As  cannot  be  but  of  Thyselfe  conceived  ; 

And  heaven  nor  earthe  containes  that  sparke  of 
blisse 
But  from  Thy  hand  of  mercy  is  received  ; 

What  spirit  can  her  sweetest  passion  raise 

Neare  to  the  due  of  Thy  deserved  praise? 


PENITENCE.  297 

Yet  since  all  glory  doth  belong  to  Thee, 

Thy  Name  in  all  things  must  bee  magnified  ; 

And  by  Thy  mercy  Thou  hast  made  me  see 
How  in  my  soule  Thou  may'st  be  glorified  : 

In  that  sweet  mercy  make  my  soule  to  know 

How  best  I  may  that  blessed  glory  show. 


>^«<c 


ANONYMOUS. 


From  a  MS.  of  about  1600,  first  printed  by  the  Religious  Tract  Society,  1846, 
under  the  title,  Ancient  Devotional  Poetry. 


r~\  HOLY  Spirit,  assist  me  with  Thy  Grace, 
^^     And  ope  my  eyes  that  I  may  see  my  shame  ; 
How  lewdlie  I  have  lived  before  Thy  face. 

And  how  I  still  persever  in  the  same. 
O  Holy  Comforter  of  all  distrest, 

Behold  my  wretched  state  and  pittie  mee  : 
Lend  help  at  length,  inspire  within  my  brest 

Thy  wholesome  counsells  to  recomfort  mee  : 
O  daigne  to  inhabite  in  my  house  of  clay. 

And  purifie  it  with  Thy  clensing  power ; 
My  ouglie  sins  let  them  be  chased  away. 

Regenerate  me,  Lord  ;  O  let  this  hour 
Be  the  last  instant  of  my  fowle  offending 
And  blest  beginning  of  my  life's  amending. 


zgS 


OLD  ENGLISH  HYMNS. 


EDMUND   SPENSER,    1553-1598. 

The  seventh  verse  o^  An  Hymne  of  Heavenly  Love,  and  the  second  and  third  of 
A  n  Hymne  of  Heavenlie  Beautie  ;   1596. 

"X/'ET,  O  most  blessed  Spirit !  pure  Lampe  of  Light, 
-*■       Eternal  Spring  of  Grace  and  Wisdom  trcw, 

V'ouchsafe  to  shed  into  my  barren  spright 
Some  little  drop  of  Thy  celestiall  dew, 
That  may  my  rymes  with  sweet  infuse  embrew, 

And  give  me  words  equall  unto  my  thought, 

To  tell  the  marveiles  by  Thy  mercy  wrought. 


"X  T'OUCHSAFE   then,    O   Thou    most   almightie 

'  Spright  I 

From  whom  all  gifts  of  wit  and  knowledge  flow, 
To  shed  into  my  breast  some  sparkling  light 
Of  Thine  eternall  Truth,  that  I  may  show 
Some  little  beames  to  mortall  eyes  below 
Of  that  immortall  Beautie  there  with  Thee, 
Which  in  my  weake  distraughted  mind  I  see  : 

That  with  the  glorie  of  so  goodly  sight 

The  hearts  of  men,  which  fondly  here  admire 

Faire  seeming  shewes,  and  feed  on  vaine  delight. 
Transported  with  celestiall  desire 
Of   those   faire   formes,   may  lift    themselves  up 
hyer. 

And  learn  to  love,  with  zealous  humble  dewty. 

The  eternall  Fountaine  of  that  heavenly  beauty. 


LISTEN,   SWEET  DOVE,    UNTO  MY  SONG.      299 


GEORGE   HERBERT,    1593-1632. 


Prebend  of  Layton  Ecclesia  (1626)  and  Rector  of  Bemerton  (1630):  the  leading 
sacred  poet  of  an  age  rich  in  meditative  and  devotional  verse. 


WHIT-SUNDAY. 

T    ISTEN,  sweet  Dove,  unto  my  song, 
^^-^     And  spread  Thy  golden  wings  in  me  ; 
Hatchinij  mv  tender  heart  so  \on<x^ 
Till  it  get  wing,  and  fly  away  with  Thee. 

Where  is  that  fire  which  once  descended 
On  Thy  AposJ:les  ?  Thou  didst  then 
Keep  open  house,  richly  attended. 
Feasting  all  comers  by  twelve  chosen  men. 

Such  glorious  gifts  Thou  didst  bestow, 
That  the  earth  did  like  a  heaven  appear ; 
The  stars  were  coming  down  to  know 
If  they  might  mend  their  wages,  and  serve  here. 

The  sun,  w^hich  once  did  shine  alone. 
Hung  down  his  head,  and  wished  for  night. 
When  he  beheld  twelve  suns  for  one 
Going  about  the  world,  and  giving  light. 

But  since  those  pipes  of  gold,  which  brought 
That  cordial  water  to  our  ground, 
Were  cut  and  martyred  by  the  fault 
Of   those    who   did  themselves   through    their    side 
wound  ; 


!00 


OLD  EXGLISH  HYMNS. 


Thou  shutt'st  the  door,  and  keep'st  within ; 
Scarce  a  good  joy  creeps  through  the  chink  ; 
And  if  the  braves  of  conquering  sin 
Did  not  excite  Thee,  we  should  wholly  sink. 

Lord,  though  we  change.  Thou  art  the  same, 
The  same  sweet  God  of  love  and  licrht : 
Restore  this  day,  for  Thy  great  Name, 
Unto  his  ancient  and  miraculous  ri^rht. 


PROVIDENCE. 


Some  verses  (the  seventh  to  the  eleventh,  and  the  last  three)  of  his  long  poem 
with  this  title.     Whether  they  strictly  belong  here  may  be  open  to  question. 


TT  THEREFORE,  most  sacred  Spirit,  I  here  pre- 

^^  sent 

For  me  and  all  my  fellows,  praise  to  Thee : 
And  just  it  is  that  I  should  pay  the  rent. 
Because  the  benefit  accrues  to  me. 

We  all  acknowledge  both  Thy  power  and  love 
To  be  exact,  transcendent,  and  divine  ; 
Who  dost  so  strongly  and  so  sweetly  move, 
Wliile    all    things    have    their    will,    yet    none    but 
Thine. 

For  either  Thy  command,  or  Thy  permission. 
Lav  hands  on  all :  thev  are  Thv  ricrht  and  left : 
The  first  puts  on  with  speed  an  expedition ; 
The  other  curbs  sin's  stealing  pace  and  theft. 


GEORGE  HERBERT.  301 

Nothing  escapes  them  both  ;  all  must  appear, 
And  be  disposed,  and  dressed,  and  tuned  by  Thee, 
Who  sweetly  temper'st  all.     If  we  could  hear 
Thy  skill  and  art,  what  music  would  it  be  ! 

Thou  art  in  small  things  great,  not  small  in  any  ; 
Thy  even  praise  can  neither  rise,  nor  fall. 
Thou  art  in  all  things  one,  in  each  thing  many  : 
For  Thou  art  infinite  in  one  and  all. 

But  who  hath  praise  enough?  nay,  who  hath  any? 
None  can  express  Thy  works,  but  he  that  knows 

them  ; 
And  none    can   know   Thy    works,    which    are    so 

many. 
And  so  complete,  but  only  he  that  owes  them. 

All  things  that  are,  though  they  have  several  ways, 
Yet  in  their  being  join  with  one  advice 
To  honor  Thee  :  and  so  I  give  Thee  praise 
In  all  my  other  hymns,  but  in  this  twice. 

Each  thing  that  is,  although  in  use  and  name 
It  go  for  one,  hath  many  ways  in  store 
To  honor  Thee  :  and  so  each  hymn  Thy  fame 
Extolleth  many  w^ays,  yet  this  one  more. 


302 


OLD  ENGLISH  HYMNS. 


GRIEVE    NOT   THE    HOLY    SPIRIT. 


Ephesians  iv.  30. 


+ 


\  ND  art  Thou  grieved,  sweet  and  sacred  Dove, 
^  ^  When  I  am  sour, 

And  cross  Thy  Love? 
Grieved  for  me?  the  God  of  strength  and  power 
Grieved  for  a  worm,  which  when  I  tread, 
I  pass  away  and  leave  it  dead? 

Then  weep,  mine  eyes,  the  God  of  Love  doth  grieve. 
Weep,  fooHsh  heart. 
And  weeping  Hve ; 
For  earth  is  dry  as  dust.     Yet  if  ye  part. 
End  as  the  night,  whose  sable  hue 
Your  sins  express  :  melt  into  dew. 

When  saucv  mirth  shall  knock  or  call  at  door. 
Cry  out,  Get  hence. 
Or  cry  no  more. 
Almighty  God  doth  grieve.  He  puts  on  sense  : 
I  sin  not  to  my  grief  alone, 
But  to  my  God's  too  :  He  doth  groan. 

O  take  thy  lute,  and  tune  it  to  a  strain 
Which  may  with  Thee 
All  day  complain  : 
There  can  no  discord  but  in  ceasing  be. 
Marbles  can  weep  ;  and  surely  strings 
More  bowels  have  than  such  hard  thino-s. 


GEORGE  HERBERT.  30^ 

Lord,  I  adjudge  myself  to  tears  and  grief; 
Even  endless  tears 
Without  relief. 
If  a  clear  spring  for  me  no  time  forbears, 
But  runs,  although  I  be  not  dry  ; 
I  am  no  crystal,  what  shall  I? 

Yet  if  I  wail  not  still,  since  still  to  wail 
Nature  denies. 

And  flesh  would  fail 
If  my  deserts  were  masters  of  mine  eyes ; 
Lord,  pardon,  for  Thy  Son  makes  good 
My  want  of  tears  with  store  of  blood. 


THE    SAME    REWRITTEN. 

By  John  Wesley,  1739.  In  his  Hyvms  attd  Sacred  Poems  of  that  date  he 
printed  some  42  hymns  modernized  and  popularized  "from  Herbert."  Only  one  of 
them  has  come  into  use,  the  noble  "Teach  me,  my  God  and  King":  and  only  one 
other  has  any  special  merit :  they  have  usually  been  passed  by  without  notice.  And 
yet  John  Wesley  had  it  in  him  to  be  nearly  or  quite  as  great  a  poet  as  his  brother 
Charles.  Some  of  his  versions  from  the  German  (chiefly  published  in  the  same  book 
of  1739!  are  among  the  grandest  of  all  our  English  hymns.  None  of  them,  unfortu- 
nately for  us,  come  within  the  range  of  this  volume. 

A  ND  art  Thou  grieved,  O  Sacred  Dove, 
•^  ^     When  I  despise  or  cross  Thy  Love? 
Grieved  for  a  worm  ;  when  every  tread 
Crushes,  and  leaves  the  reptile  dead? 

Then  mirth  be  ever  banished  hence. 
Since  TlxDU  art  pained  by  my  offence  : 
I  sin  not  to  my  grief  alone. 
The  Comforter  within  doth  groan. 


304  OLD  EXGLISH  HYMNS. 

Then  weep,  my  eyes,  for  God  doth  grieve ! 
Weep,  foolish  heart,  and  weeping  live  : 
Tears  for  the  living  mourner  plead, 
But  ne'er  avail  the  hopeless  dead. 

Lord,  I  adjudge  myself  to  grief, 
To  endless  tears  without  relief: 
Yet  O  I  to  exact  Thy  due  forbear, 
And  spare  a  feeble  creature,  spare  ! 

Still  if  I  wail  not,  (still  to  wail 
Nature  denies,  and  flesh  would  fail) 
Lord,  pardon  — for  Thy  Son  makes  good 
My  want  of  tears,  w^ith  store  of  blood. 


J>*<c 


JOSEPH   BEAUMONT,   D.D.,    1615-1699. 


King's  Professor  of  Di\-inity  at  Cambridge  ;  a  man  of  great  repute  in  his  daj',  and 
author  of  Psyche^  the  longest  poem  in  the  language,  now  utterly  forgotten.  A  selec- 
tion from  his  shorter  poems  was  published  in  quarto  half  a  century  after  his  death,  and 
seems  to  have  been  overlooked  by  the  critics  and  collectors,  though  some  of  them  are 
extremely  fine.  The  verses  which  follow  are  probably  from  his  CathemeriruL,  or  morn- 
ing devotions,  vvTitten  in  the  summer  of  1652. 


WHIT-SUNDAY. 


•ppOUNTAlN  of  sweets  I  Eternal  Dove  ! 
-*"       Which  leav'st  Thy  glorious  perch  above, 
And  hovering  down,  vouchsafest  thus 
To  make  Thv  nest  below  with  us  : 


LIT  AW   TO    THE   HOLY  SPIRIT. 


o^D 


Soft  as  Thy  softest  feathers,  may 
We  find  Thy  Love  to  us  to-da}^ ; 
And  in  the  shelter  of  Thy  wing 
Obtain  Thy  leave  and  grace  to  sing, 


'TpUNE  we  our  heart-strings  high, 

•^       And  to  the  Heavenly  Dove, 
As  we  are  able,  fly 

On  vocal  wings  of  love  : 
To  Him  our  thanks  and  praises  pay 
In  all  the  tongues  He  gave  to-day. 


ROBERT   HERRICK.      Born  1591 


From  his  Noble  Nttmbers,  1647.     Two  ver\'  curious  verses,  the  fourth  and  fifth, 
are  here,  as  in  most  editions  of  the  poem,  omitted. 


LITANIE    TO    THE    HOLY   SPIRIT. 

TN  the  houre  of  my  distress, 

•^     When  temptations  me  oppresse, 

And  when  I  my  sins  confesse. 

Sweet  Spirit,  comfort  me. 

When  I  lie  within  my  bed. 
Sick  in  heart  and  sick  in  head. 
And  with  doubts  discomforted, 

Sweet  Spirit,  comfort  me. 
20 


3o6  OLD   ENGLISH  HYMNS. 

When  the  house  doth  sigh  and  vveepe, 
And  the  world  is  drowned  in  sleepe, 
Yet  mine  eyes  the  watch  doe  keepe, 
Sweet  Spirit,  comfort  me. 

When  the  passing  bell  doth  tole, 
And  the  furies,  in  a  shole. 
Come  to  fright  a  parting  soule, 

Sweet  Spirit,  comfort  me. 

When  the  tapers  now  burn  blue. 
And  the  comforters  are  few. 
And  that  number  more  than  true. 
Sweet  Spirit,  comfort  me. 

When  the  priest  his  last  hath  praid, 
And  I  nod  to  what  is  said, 
'Cause  my  speech  is  now  decaid. 
Sweet  Spirit,  comfort  me. 

When  God  knowes  I'm  tost  about, 
Either  with  despaire  or  doubt, 
Yet,  before  the  glasse  be  out. 

Sweet  Spirit,  comfort  me. 

When  the  tempter  me  pursu'th 
With  the  sins  of  all  my  youth, 
And  half  damns  me  with  untruth. 
Sweet  Spirit,  comfort  me. 

When  the  flames  and  hellish  cries 
Fright  mine  ears  and  fright  mine  eyes, 
And  all  terrors  me  surprise. 

Sweet  Spirit,  comfort  me. 


THE  LORD'S  GARDEN.  307 

When  the  judgment  is  revealed. 
And  that  opened  which  was  sealed, 
When  to  Thee  I  have  appealed, 

Sweet  Spirit,  comfort  me. 

HENRY   MORE,    1614-1687. 

Fellow  and  Tutor  of  Christ's  College,  Cambridge.     From  his  Psychozo'ia.  or  the 
Song  of  the  Soul^  C07itaining  a  Christiana- Platonic  Display  of  Life.,  1640. 

(~\  THOU  eternal  Spright !  cleave  ope  the  skie, 

^-^     And  take  Thy  flight  into  my  feeble  breast ; 

Enlarge  my  thoughts,  enlight  m\'  dimmer  eye, 

That  wisely,  of  that  burthen  (closely  prest 

In  my  strait  mind)  I  may  be  dispossest. 

My  muse  must  sing  of  things  of  mickle  weight ; 

The  soule's  eternitie  is  my  great  guest. 

Do    Thou    me    guide :   Thou    art   the    soule's    sure 

Light ; 
Grant  that  I  never  err,  but  ever  wend  aright. 


JOHN   AUSTIN.      Died  1669. 

A  Romanist,  and  author  or  compiler  of  Devotions  ifi  the  Ancieiit  I'Vay  of  Offices. 
166S.  This  was  "reformed"  by  Theophilus  Dorrington,  i6S6,  and  by  Mrs. 
Susanna  Hopton  a  little  later :  her  version,  edited  by  Dean  (or  Bishop)  Hickes,  has 
been  several  times  reprinted. 


/^^OME,  Holy  Spirit,  come  and  breathe 
^^     Thy  spicy  odors  on  the  face 
Of  our  dull  regions  here  beneath, 

And  fill  our  souls  with  Thy  sweet  Grace. 


3o8 


OLD  ENGLISH  HYMNS. 


Come  and  root  out  the  poisonous  weeds 
Which  overrun  and  choke  our  hves  ; 

And  in  our  hearts  phint  Thine  own  seeds, 
Whose  quickening  power  our  spirit  revives. 

First  plant  the  humble  violet  there, 

Which  dwells  secure  by  dwelling  low  ; 

Then  let  the  lily  next  appear. 

And  make  us  chaste,  yet  fruitful  too. 

But  O,  plant  all  the  virtues,  Lord, 

And  let  the  metaphors  alone  : 
Repeat  once  more  that  mighty  word  ; 

Thou  need'st  but  say,  Let  it  be  done. 

We  can,  alas,  nor  be,  nor  grow. 

Unless  Thy  powerful  mercy  please ; 

Thy  Hand  must  plant  and  water  too, 
Thy  Hand  alone  must  give  the  increase. 

Do  then  what  Thou  alone  canst  do. 

Do  what  to  Thee  so  easy  is  : 
Conduct  us  through  this  world  of  woe, 

And  place  us  safe  in  Thine  own  bliss. 

All  glory  to  the  sacred  Three, 
One  ever-living  sovereign  Lord  ; 

x\s  at  the  first,  still  may  He  be 

Beloved  and  praised,  feared  and  adored. 


COME,   MILD   AND   HOLY  DOVE. 


309 


A  modern  abridgment  of  the  above  is  found  in  John  Bickersteth's  Psalms  and 
Hymns,  4th  edition,  1832. 

/^"^OME,  Holy  Spirit,  come  and  breathe 
^^     Fresh  fragrance  on  a  weary  soil ; 
By  Thee,  dispelled  the  shades  of  death, 
The  barren  wilderness  shall  smile. 

All  noxious  weeds  root  out,  destroy  ; 

Plant  trees  of  righteousness  around  ; 
Thy  quickening  gracious  power  employ, 

And  plenteous  may  the  fruit  be  found. 

Let  holy  graces  live  and  grow. 

Faith,  hope,  and  love,  and  joy  and  peace  : 
Thou  art  their  Source,  from  Thee  they  flow  ; 

O  grant  the  wished  for  rich  increase. 


II. 

This  fine  hymn  has  been  introduced  into  a  few  collections,  and  lately  rewritten  by 
the  Rev.  W.  J.  Blew. 

/^OME,  mild  and  holy  Dove, 
^-^     Descend  into  our  breast ; 
Do  Thou  in  us,  make  us  in  Thee 
Forever  dwell  and  rest. 

Come,  and  spread  o'er  our  heads 
Thy  soft  all-cherishing  wing, 
That  in  its  shade  we  safe  may  sit, 
And  to  Thee  praises  sing : 

To  Thee  who  giv'st  us  Life, 
Our  better  Life  of  Grace  ; 
Who  giv'st  us  breath,  and  strength,  and  speed 
To  run  and  wm  our  race. 


3IO  OLD   ENGLISH  HYMNS. 

If  by  the  way  we  faint, 

Thou  reachest  forth  Thy  hand ; 
If  our  own  weakness  makes  us  fall, 

Thou  mak'st  our  weakness  stand. 

When  we  are  sliding  back, 
Thou  dost  our  danger  stop ; 
When  we  again,  alas,  are  fallen. 
Again  Thou  tak'st  us  up. 

Else  there  we  still  must  lie. 
And  still  sink  lower  down ; 
Our  hope  to  rise  is  all  from  Thee, 
Our  ruin  's  all  our  own. 

O  my  ingrateful  soul ! 

What  shall  our  dulness  do 
For  Him  that  does  all  this  for  us. 
Only  our  love  to  woo? 

We'll  love  Thee  then,  dear  Lord, 
But  Thou  must  give  that  love  ; 
We  '11  humbly  beg  it  of  Th}^  Grace, 

But  Thou  our  prayers  must  move.^ 

*   This  is  Mr.  Blf.w's  revision  of  w.  8  and  9:  — 

Be  Thou  our  Strength,  O  Lord, 
Our  Life  by  which  we  live  ; 
Our  Love,  our  Joy,  our  Hope  ;  but  Thou 
That  Life  of  love  must  give. 

Si  eak  Thou  within  our  souls  ; 
Our  prayers  within  us  pray  : 
And  hear  Thyself  within  us  speak, 
For  Thine  own  prayers  are  they. 


O   SACRED   SPIRIT. 


311 


O  hear  Thine  own  Self  speak, 
For  Thou  in  us  dost  pray  ; 
Thou  canst  as  quickly  grant  as  ask, 
Thy  Grace  knows  no  delay. 

Glory  to  Thee,  O  Lord, 
One  coeternal  Three  ; 
To  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 
One  equal  glory  be. 


5>*<C 


JOHN   RAWLET. 


Author  of  Poetick  Miscellanies,  1687.     I  take  this  and  the  next  through  the  great 
Moravian  Collection  of  1754,  and  cannot  answer  for  the  text. 

(^\  SACRED  Spirit,  within  my  soul  repeat 

^^     Those  blessings,  which  once  made  this  day  so 

great ; 
Breathe  Thou  upon  me  with  that  heavenly  Wind 
Which  may  refresh  and  purify  my  mind. 

Kindle  within  me  and  preserve  that  Fire 
Which  may  with  holy  love  my  breast  inspire, 
And  with  an  active  zeal  my  mind  inflame 
To  do  Thy  will,  to  glorify  Thy  Name. 

Furnish  me  richly  both  with  gifts  and  Grace 
To  fit  me  for  the  duties  of  my  place  : 
So  open  Thou  my  lips,  my  heart  so  raise. 
That    both    my    heart   and  mouth  may  give  Thee 
praise. 


31 


OLD  ENGLISH  HYMNS. 


As  in  Thy  temple,  keep  Thou  residence 
Within  my  soul,  and  never  part  from  thence, 
Till  I  am  framed  and  fitted  by  Thy  Hand 
A  pillar  in  God's  House  above  to  stand. 


3>»^C 


LANCELOT   ADDISON,   D.D.,    1632-1703. 

Dean  of  Lichfield,  and  father  of  Joseph  Addison.     He  published  some  theological 
treatises,  and  a  small  volume,  now  rare,  of  Devotional  Poems,  1699. 


/^^OME,  blessed  Spirit,  descend  and  light  on  me  ; 
^■^     Give  me  one  beam  of  Thy  Divinity  ; 
One,  'bove  whatever  yet  Thou  didst  impart, 
Since  first  Thou  didst  inflame  my  teeming  heart. 

Thou  didst  descend  in  cloven  tongues  and  fire ; 
O  touch  my  tongue,  and  my  cold  heart  inspire, 
That  the  one  ma}'  praise  Thee,  and  the  other  love 
Thee,   and  those   mansions   (whence  Thou  cam'st) 
above. 


Thou  say'st  Thou  'rt  grieved,  when  we  refuse  Thy 

Grace, 
And  Thy  blest  intimations  find  no  place  : 
And  art  Thou  grieved  for  me,  blest  Spirit  of  Love? 
Oh,  though  Thou  grieve,  do  not  from  me  remove  ! 

For  me  hast  Thou  been  grieved,  been  grieved  by 

me  : 
O  let  me  grieve,  that  e'er  I  grieved  Thee  ; 
And  by  Thy  conduct,  aid,  and  sacred  fires. 
Yet  may  I  see  the  Land  of  my  desires. 


ENGLISH    HYMNS 


EIGHTEENTH      CENTURY. 


4 


/^  GOOD  Paraclete,  O  eternal  Virtue,  O  true  Charity,  and 
^■^^  loving  Eternity,  gentle  Spirit,  abundantly  replenish  my 
heart  with  the  sweetness  of  faith,  hope,  and  charity;  ever  in- 
flame it  with  the  love  of  Thee  and  of  my  neighbor,  that,  ever 
cleaving  to  Thy  service,  I  may  obtain  remission  of  my  sins  from 
Thee,  the  Fountain  of  mercies.     Amen. 


/^  HOLY  SPIRIT,  drive  from  me  the  cruel  enemy;  bestow 
^^^  on  me  true  affection,  and  the  plentiful  gifts  of  charity ; 
and  grant  that  my  conscience,  serving  Thee,  may  advance  from 
day  to  day,  and  may  submit  itself  to  Thy  unfailing  Grace. 
Amen. 


ENGLISH    HYMNS    OF   THE   EIGH- 
TEENTH   CENTURY. 


ISAAC   WATTS,   D.D.,    1674-1748. 

The  father  of  English  hymnody,  and  perhaps  still,  by  suffrage  of  the  majority,  the 
most  popular  of  English  hymnists;  though  hardly  to  be  accounted  the  best.  Of  his 
800  hymns  and  more  (including  his  paraphrases  of  the  Psalms)  all  that  celebrate  the 
Holy  Ghost,  except  a  few  scattered  verses,  are  here  given.  He  has  another  beginning, 
"Descend  from  Heaven,  immortal  Dove,"  but  the  bulk  of  it  is  about  a  different  sub- 
ject.    The  first  and  third  of  these  appeared  in  1707,  the  second  in  1709. 


THE   WITNESSING   AND    SEALING    SPIRIT. 

Rom.  viii.  14,  16.     Eph.  i.   13,  14. 

TX  JHY  should  the  children  of  a  King 

^  ^       Go  mourning  all  their  days? 
Great  Comforter  !   de.<^cend  and  bring 
Some  tokens  of  Thy  Grace. 

Dost  Thou  not  dwell  in  all  the  saints, 
xAnd  seal  them  ^  heirs  of  heaven  t 

When  wilt  Thou  banish  my  complaints, 
And  show  my  sins  forgiven? 

Assure  my  conscience  of  her  part 

In  the  Redeemer's  Blood  ; 
And  bear  Thy  witness  with  my  heart 

That  I  am  born  of  God. 

^  In  many  editions  it  is  i/ie  heirs. 


3l6      ENGLISH  HYMNS   OF   iZth   CENTURY. 

Thou  art  the  Earnest  of  His  Love, 
The  Pledge  of  joys  to  come  ; 

And  Thy  soft  wings,  celestial  Dove, 
Will  safe  convev  me  home. 


THE   OPERATIONS    OF   THE   HOLY   SPIRIT. 

PATERNAL  Spirit,  we  confess 
^^^     x\nd  sincr  the  wonders  of  Thv  Grace  : 
Thy  power  conveys  our  blessings  down 
From  God  the  Father  and  the  Son. 

Enlightened  by  Thine  heavenly  ray, 
Our  shades  and  darkness  turn  to  day ; 
Thine  inward  teachings  make  us  know 
Our  danger, 'and  our  refuge  too. 

Thy  power  and  glory  work  ^  within, 
And  break  the  chains  of  reiorninor  sin ; 
Do  our  imperious  lusts  subdue, 
And  form  our  wretched  hearts  anew. 

The  troubled  conscience  knows  Thy  voice ; 
Thy  cheering  words  awake  our  joys  ; 
Thy  words  allay  the  stormy  wind, 
And  calm  the  surges  of  the  mind. 


1  In  some  early  editions  the  verb  throughout  this  verse  is  singular,  —  ivorks  within, 
breaks,  doth ^  forms. 


COME.   HOLY  SPIRIT. 


317 


BREATHING    AFTER    THE    HOLY    SPIRIT 
FERVENCY  OF    DEVOTION    DESIRED. 


OR 


/^^OME,  Holy  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove, 
^^     With  all  Thy  quickening  powers  ; 
Kindle  a  flame  of  sacred  love 
In  these  cold  hearts  of  ours. 


Look,  how  we  grovel  here  below. 
Fond  of  these  trifling  toys  : 

Our  souls  can  neither  fly  nor  go 
To  reach  eternal  joys. 

In  vain  we  tune  our  formal  songs. 

In  vain  we  strive  to  rise  ; 
Hosannas  languish  on  our  tongues, 

And  our  devotion  dies. 

Dear  Lord  !  and  shall  we  ever  lie^ 

At  this  poor  dying  rate  ? 
Our  love  so  faint,  so  cold  to  Thee, 

And  Thine  to  us  so  great? 

Come,  Holy  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove, 
With  all  Thy  quickening  powers, 

Come,  shed  abroad  a  Saviour's  Love, 
And  that  shall  kindle  ours. 

^  In  some  modern  editions,  live. 


3l8         ENGLISH  HYMNS   OF  i8///    CENTURY. 


SIMON   BROWNE,    16S0-1732. 


Pastor  at  Portsmouth,  and  at  the  Old  Jewr>',  London.  In  1723  he  met  with  some 
misfortunes,  which  preyed  upon  his  mind,  and  produced  that  singular  case  of  mono- 
mania, recorded  in  the  text-books  of  Mental  Philosophy :  he  thought  that  God  had 
"annihilated  in  him  the  thinking  substance,  and  utterly  divested  him  of  consciousness.'" 
Notwithstanding,  says  Toplady,  "instead  of  having  no  soul,  he  wrote,  reasoned,  and 
prayed  as  if  he  had  two."  His  works  amount  to  23,  some  of  them  stiil  in  repute.  His 
Hymns  and  Spiritual  Songs^  in  Three  Books.,  desi^tied  as  a  Snppletnent  to  Dr. 
IVatts,  appeared  in  1720,  and  again  in  1741  and  1760.  They  number  266,  of  which 
this  is  far  the  best. 


THE  SOUL  GIVING  ITSELF  UP  TO  THE  CONDUCT 
AND  INFLUENCE  OF  THE  HOLY  SPIRIT. 

/^^OME,  Holy  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove, 
^^      My  sinful  maladies  remove  : 
Be  Thou  my  Light,  be  Thou  my  Guide ; 
O'er  every  thought  and  step  preside. 

The  light  of  Truth  to  me  display. 
That  I  may  know  and  choose  my  way ; 
Plant  holy  fear  within  mine  heart. 
That  I  from  God  may  ne'er  depart. 

Conduct  me  safe,  conduct  me  far 
From  every  sin  and  hurtful  snare  ; 
Lead  me  to  God,  my  tinal  Rest, 
In  His  enjoyment  to  be  blest. 

Lead  me  to  Christ,  the  living  Way, 
Nor  let  me  from  His  pastures  stray. 
Lead  me  to  Heaven,  the  seat  of  bliss, 
Where  pleasure  in  perfection  is. 


b 


HE'S  COME!  319 

Lead  me  to  holiness,  the  road 
That  I  must  take,  to  dwell  with  God  ; 
Lead  to  Thy  Word,  that  rules  must  give, 
And  sure  directions  how  to  live. 

Lead  me  to  Means  of  Grace,  where  I 
May  own  my  wants,  and  seek  supply  ; 
Lead  to  Thyself,  the  Spring  from  whence 
To  fetch  all  quickening  influence. 

Thus  I,  conducted  still  by  Thee, 
Of  God  a  child  beloved  shall  be  ; 
Here  to  His  family  pertain, 
Hereafter  with  Him  ever  reign. 

ANONYMOUS,    1733. 

From  a  very  curious  "  Specimen  "  of  ten  hymns,  with  music,  appended  to  a  sermon 
by  Arthur  Bedford,  The  Excellency  of  Divine  Music,  1733.  This  is  probably  older, 
but  I  have  not  traced  it  further  back.  Six  verses  of  it,  altered,  are  in  John  Arnold's 
Compleat  Psalmodist^  third  edition,  1753 ;  and  four  (vv.  i,  4,  5,  and  6)  in  the 
American    Prayer- Book    Collection. 

T  TE  'S  come  !  let  every  knee  be  bent, 
-■-  -*-     All  hearts  new  joys  resume  ; 
Let  nations  sing  with  one  consent, 
The  Comforter  is  come  ! 

No  troubled  thoughts  molest  our  peace, 

This  day  all  grief  retire  ; 
Let  every  fear  forever  cease, 

And  every  doubt  expire. 


320        ENGLISH  HYMNS  OF  iZni   CENTURY. 

There  is  no  end  of  the  content 

And  joy  the  Spirit  brings  ; 
Happy  the  man  to  whom  'tis  lent ! 

That  man  sees  wondrous  thing-s. 

What  greater  gift,  what  greater  love 

Can  God  on  man  bestow? 
'Tis  half  the  angels'  heaven  above, 

And  all  our  heaven  below. 

Hail,  blessed  Spirit !  not  a  soul 
But  doth  Thy  goodness  feel ; 

Thou  dost  our  darling  sins  control, 
And  fix  our  wavering  zeal. 

Thou  to  the  conscience  dost  convey 
The  checks  that  all  must  know ; 

Thy  motions  first  do  show  the  way. 
Then  give  us  strength  to  go. 

As  pilots  by  the  compass  steer, . 

Till  they  their  harbor  find, 
So  do  Thy  sacred  breathings  here 

Guide  every  wandering  mind. 

The  flesh  may  strive  our  course  t'  impeach, 
The  world's  rough  billows  roar, 

But  by  Thy  help  we  're  sure  to  reach 
The  safe  eternal  shore. 


O    THOU  rROriTIOUS  PARACLETE!        321 


THOMAS   COxNEY,   D.D. 

Prebendary  of  Wells,  and  Rector  of  Chedzoy  in  Somersetshire :  author  of  several 
volumes  of  Sermons,  and  of  The  Devout  Sojil:  coiislstitig  of  Meditations,  Poems, 
Hymns,  and  Prayers,  1722.  It  is  in  two  parts,  the  first  being  "  An  Entertainment  for 
a  Penitent,"  and  the  othtr  "An  Entertainment  for  the  Thankful."  The  second  of 
these  affords  us  the  following  "  Poem." 

f^  THOU  propitious  Paraclete  ! 
^^     Thou  Holy  Spirit,  Eternal  Lord  ! 
Who  man's  redemption  didst  complete, 
And  still  to  man  dost  aid  afford  ! 

Whilst  I  to  Thee  address  my  song, 

And  venture  on  Thy  boundless  praise. 

Be  pleased  to  guide  my  faltering  tongue. 
And  elevate  my  humble  lays. 

When  the  almighty  God  declared 

This  spacious  fabric  of  a  world 
From  barren  Nothing  should  be  reared, 

And  round  its  infant  axis  hurled  ; 

Thy  brooding  and  prolific  wings 

On  medly  Chaos  sat  at  first. 
To  hatch  the  seeds  of  future  thinofs 

And  fix  the  vital  stamp  on  dust. 

'Twas  Thou  the  holv  Prophets'  breast 

With  sacred  ecstas}'  didst  fill, 
And  mad'st  unerring  tongues  confess 

The  latent  counsels  of  Thv  Will. 


32  2         ENGLISH  HYMNS   OF   i8/v/    CENTURY. 

Great  David's  soul  Thou  didst  inspire, 
When  the  melodious  harp  he  strung ; 

Thou  didst  supply  the  poet's  fire 
And  fit  the  numbers  of  his  song. 

And  when  no  thoughts  Thou  wilt  impart, 
Ye  wretched  rhymers,  'tis  in  vain 

For  you,  the  meaner  sons  of  art, 
To  torture  your  unteeming  brain. 

Great  Guardian  of  my  Saviour's  Spouse, 
Who  dost  her  faithful  sons  secure  ; 

Who  dost  maintain  the  servant's  cause. 
And  the  declining  Master's  power ! 

Thou  art  of  learning's  stores  possest, 
And  dost  Thy  various  gifts  impart 

To  inspire  the  sacred  pastor's  breast. 
And  the  dull  stupid  flock  convert. 

Into  the  pious  martyr's  mind 

What  rapturous  joy  dost  Thou  inspire, 
When,  to  the  burning  stake  confined, 

He  triumphs  in  the  midst  of  fire  ! 


Thou  mak'st  the  timorous  virgins  dare 
Boldly  resign  their  holy  breath  ; 

Virgins,  whose  softer  natures  fear 
The  rude  alarms  of  fjhastlv  death. 


Even  these  (the  foremost  in  the  list  of  fame), 
When  Thou  Heaven's  glories  dost  display, 

Have  clasped  and  hugged  the  friendly  flame 
Which  bore  their  struggling  life  away. 

O  blessed  Spirit !  whether  I 

By  lingering  pains  must  end  my  days, 
Or  by  some  sudden  stroke  must  die, 

Assist  me  as  my  strength  decays. 

Through  all  the  tVightful  paths  of  death. 
Aid  me  with  Thy  reviving  Grace ; 

And  when  i  quit  this  mortal  earth, 
Transport  me  to  a  better  place. 


y^^.c 


THOMAS   HARRISON. 


Poems  071  Divi)!e  Subjects^  Second  Edition,  1721.     I   take  this  from  the  Mora- 
vian Collection  of  1754. 


/^OME,  Holy  Ghost,  celestial  Dove, 
^^     Fill  me  with  light,  with  joy  and  love  ; 
By  Thee  inspired,  to  Thee  I  '11  raise 
A  tribute  of  unfeigned  praise. 

My  soul,  by  sin's  strong  chains  confined. 
Thou  in  a  moment  canst  unbind  : 
All  solid  pleasures  flow  from  Thee, 
Whose  office  'tis  to  comfort  me. 


3^4 


EXGLISH  H]'MXS  OF  18/-//   CEXTURY, 


JAMES   CRAIG,    16S2-1744. 

'A  native  of  East  Lothian;  one  of  the  most  popular  preachers  in  Edinburgli." 
He  published  three  volumes  of  Sermons,  and  Spiritual  Life:  Poeins  on  Several 
Diviiu  Subjects,  1727:  Second  Edition,  1751.  I  give  the  last  of  eleven  verses,  com- 
posing a  very  long  piece  on  the  various  offices  of  the  Spirit. 


A    HYMX    TO    THE    HOLY   SPIRIT. 

T^EAR  Comtbrter  of  pious  souls  ! 

-■-^      How  sweet  the  heavenly  torrent  rolls, 

When  irom  on  high  Thou  dost  impart 

Thv  consolations  to  the  humble  heart  I 

How  oft  have  I  by  sweet  experience  found, 
When  sore  dejected  and  opprest 
With  troubles  like  to  rend  my  hreast, 

Thy  joys  control   my  grief,   and  heal  my  bleeding 
wound  I 
O  God  of  Grace,  what  thanks  I  owe 

To  Thee,  from  wh(im  mv  dailv  succors  flow  ! 
How  kind,  how  potent  Thy  supplies. 
Which  balance  my  infirmities  ; 
Which  strengthen  me,  a  feeble  worm. 
To  bear  the  burden,  stand  the  storm 
Of  trials  and  hard-pressing  woes  ! 
By  Thee  I  triumph  o'er  my  foes. 
The  world,  my  lusts,  the  powers  of  hell; 
By  Thee  I  am  instructed  well 
In  dear  religion's  pleasant  ways. 
By  Thee  I  vent  my  heart  in  praise : 
By  Thee  with  humble  zealous  care 
My  task  I  ply  :   with  me  in  prayer 


ON   THE   XORTH  AND   SOUTH    VVIXD.       325 

Thou  interced'st  with  mighty  moans, 
With  secret  sympathizing  groans, 

Which    though    I  can't  express,   attentive    Heaven 
does  hear. 
Yea,  by  sure  signs  in  me  revealed, 
Methinks  I  dare  be  bold  to  say 
That  by  Thy  Grace  divine  I  'm  sealed 
To  the  complete  redemption-day. 
Meanwhile,  my  Guide,  to  Thee  resigned, 
With  humble  and  obsequious  mind. 
Whatever  Thou  bid'st  I  '11  willing  do, 
Where'er  Thou  lead'st  I  cheerful  go  ; 

Till  at  the  end  of  Life's  laborious  path 
I  smiling  meet  approaching  Death  : 
And  then,  my  God,  in  transports  lost, 

'Midst  a  detachment  of  the  heavenly  host 

With  speed  my  soul  her  flight  to  Heaven  shall  wing, 
Where  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost 

She  ever  shall  behold,  and  ever,  ever  sing. 


3>®<0^ 


JOHN  WRIGHT. 

Author  of  The  Best  Mirth;  or  the  Melody  of  Z ion.  1727.  The  abrupt  and 
awkward  ending  of  this  piece  is  given  unchanged,  from  a  reprint  (iSoo)  of  "the  Second 
Edition  corrected,"  1745. 

ON  THE  NORTH  AND  SOUTH  WIND. 

Canticles  iv.   16. 

A  WAKE,  aw^ake.  Thou  Spirit  sw^eet. 
Give  me  a  taste  of  Thee, 
And  deal  with  me  as  Thou  seest  meet ; 
Let  me  Thy  power  see. 


326         EXLjLISII  Ii\\\L\S   OF   \%TH   CEXTURY. 

But  since  Thou  know'st  my  frame  is  weak, 

Deal  tenderly  with  me  ; 
My  soul  is  sore  ;  wound  me  no  more, 

But  make  me  trust  in  Thee. 

My  soul  is  blasted  with  the  cold 

Of  winter,  and  I  fade. 
Forsake  me  not  when  I  am  old  : 

Of  dust  Thou  hast  me  made. 

What  is  my  garden,  Lord,  to  Thee, 
That  Thuu  should'st  dwell  therein? 

What  have  I  done,  that  Thy  dear  Son 
Should  save  me  from  my  sin? 

My  ground  is  dry,  but,  Lord,  draw^  nigh, 

And  water  me  this  day  : 
My  spices  shall  bring  forth  withal. 

If  Thou  Thy  Love  display. 

Come,  eat  Thy  pleasant  fruit,  my  Joy, 
My  Love,  my  Lord,  my  Life  ; 

And  let  no  evil  me  destroy. 
But  free  my  soul  from  strife. 

Indeed  there  is  no  grace  in  me 

To  make  Thy  soul  rejoice  : 
The  stock  of  Grace  is  laid  in  Thee  ; 

O  let  me  hear  Thy  voice. 

The  voice  of  others  chancre  so  oft 

There  is  no  certainty  ; 
When  they  have  set  my  hopes  aloft, 

They  leave  me  with  a  lie. 


HAIL,   HOLY  GHOST.  327 


SAMUEL   WESLEY,  Jk.,    1690-1739. 


Elder  brother  of  John  and  Charles,  and  no  mean  poet.  He  was  usher  at  West- 
minster Scliool  till  1732,  and  then  head-master  of  the  Free  School  at  Tiverton.  His 
Poems  appeared  1736,  and  were  reprinted  1743  and  1862  This  is  one  of  a  series  of 
four  hymns  to  the  Trinity. 


AN  HYMN  TO  GOD  THE  HOLY  GHOST. 


H 


AIL,  Holy  Ghost,  Jehovah,  Third 
In  order  of  the  Three, 
Sprung  from  the  Father  and  the  Word 
From  all  eternity  ! 

Thy  Godhead  brooding  o'er  the  abyss 

Of  formless  waters  lay, 
Spoke  into  order  all  that  is, 

And  darkness  into  day. 

In  lowest  hell,  or  heaven's  height, 

Th}^  presence  who  can  fly? 
Known  is  the  Father  to  Thy  sight, 

The  depths  of  Deity. 

Thy  power  through  Jesu's  life  displayed, 
Quite  from  the  Virgin's  womb. 

Dying,  His  soul  an  offering  made, 
And  raised  Him  from  the  tomb. 

God's  image,  which  our  sins  destroy. 

Thy  Grace  restores  below. 
And  truth  and  holiness  and  joy 

From  Thee  their  Fountain  flow. 


328         ENGLISH  HYMNS   OF   iS/v/   CENTURY, 


Hail,  Holy  Ghost,  Jehovah,  Third 

In  order  of  the  Three, 
Throned  with  the  Father  and  the  Word 

Through  all  eternity. 


>>&ic 


CHARLES   WESLEY,    1 708-1 788. 


"  Author  of  a  great  number  of  the  best  hymns  in  the  English,  or  any  other  lan- 
guage." So  says  James  Montgomery  in  his  Christian  Feet,  1827.  Yet  from 
reasons  apparent  to  the  thoughtful  reader,  the  immense  mass  of  Wesley's  poetry  can 
be  more  freely  used  in  books  intended  merely  for  private  reading,  than  in  such  as  aim 
to  assist  "the  service  of  song  in  the  house  of  the  Lord."  We  have  here  drawn  with- 
out stint  from  the  liberal  -tore.  His  verses,  when  taken  at  random,  are  in  style  far 
above  the  average  of  other  reputable  writers,  and  in  matter  generally  of  historical  if 
not  of  intrinsic  interest.  Our  extracts  are  given  chronologically,  in  the  order  of  their 
appearance. 

HEAR,    HOLY    SPIRIT,    HEAR. 

From  his  first  volume,  Hymns  and  Sacred  Poems,   i-ThC). 


H 


EAR,  Holy  Spirit,  hear. 
My  inward  Comforter ! 
Loosed  by  Thee,  my  stammering  tongue 

First  essays  to  praise  Thee  now  : 
This  the  new,  the  joyful  song  : 
Hear  it  in  Thy  temple  Thou  ! 

Long  o'er  my  formless  soul 
The  dreary  waves  did  roll  : 
Void  I  lay  and  sunk  in  night : 

Thou,  the  overshadowing  Dove, 
Call'dst  the  chaos  into  light, 

Bad'st  me  be,  and  live,  and  love. 


HEAR,   HOLY  SPIRIT,   HEAR.  329 

Thee  I  exult  to  feel, 
Thou  in  my  heart  dost  dwell  : 
There  Thou  bear'st  Thy  witness  true, 

Shed'st  the  Love  of  God  abroad  ; 
I  in  Christ  a  creature  new, 
I,  even  I,  am  born  of  God  ! 

Ere  yet  the  time  was  come 
To  fix  in  me  Thy  home. 
With  me  ot't  Thou  didst  reside  : 

Now,  my  God,  Thou  in  me  art  I 
Here  Thou  ever  shalt  abide  ; 
One  we  are,  no  more  to  part. 

Fruit  of  the  Saviour's  prayer. 
My  promised  Comforter ! 
Thee  the  world  cannot  receive. 

Thee  they  neither  know  nor  see  ; 
Dead  is  all  the  life  they  live. 

Dark  their  light,  while  void  of  Thee. 

Yet  I  partake  Thy  Grace 
Through  Christ  my  Righteousness  : 
Mine  the  gifts  Thou  dost  impart. 
Mine  the  unction  from  above. 
Pardon  written  on  my  heart. 

Light,  and  life,  and  joy,  and  love. 

Thy  gifts,  blest  Paraclete, 
I  glory  to  repeat : 


330         ENGLISH  HYMNS   OF   18/7/    CENTURY. 

Sweetly  sure  of  Grace  I  am, 
Pardon  to  my  soul  applied, 

Interest  in  the  spotless  Lamb  ; 
Dead  for  all,  for  me  He  died. 

Thou  art  Thyself  the  Seal : 
I  more  than  pardon  feel, 
Peace,  unutterable  peace, 

Joy  that  ages  ne'er  can  move. 
Faith's  assurcmce,  hope's  increase, 
All  the  confidence  of  love. 

Pledge  of  Thy  promise  given, 
My  antepast  of  Heaven  ; 
Earnest  Thou  of  joys  divine, 

Joys  divine  on  me  bestowed  ; 
Heaven,  and  Christ,  and  all  is  mine, 
All  the  plenitude  of  God. 

Thou  art  my  inward  Guide, 
I  ask  no  help  beside  : 
Arm  of  God,  to  Thee  I  call. 
Weak  as  helpless  infancy  : 
Weak  I  am — yet  cannot  fall. 

Stayed  by  faith,  and  led  by  Thee. 

Hear,  Holy  Spirit,  hear, 
My  inward  Comforter  ! 
Loosed  by  Thee,  my  stammering  tongue 

First  essays  to  praise  Thee  now  : 
This  the  new,  the  joyful  song  : 
Hear  it  in  Th}^  temple  Thou  ! 


COME,   HOLY  GHOST.  .S3 1 

COME,  HOLY  GHOST,    ALL  QUICKENING    FIRE. 

«739- 

/^^OME,  Holy  Ghost,  all-quickening  Fire, 
^"^     Come,  and  in  me  delight  to  rest; 
Drawn  by  the  lure  of  strong  desire, 

O  come  and  consecrate  my  breast : 
The  temple  of  my  soul  prepare. 
And  fix  Thy  sacred  presence  there  ! 

If  now  Thy  influence  I  feel. 

If  now  in  Thee  begin  to  live. 
Still  to  my  heart  Thyself  reveal ; 

Give  me  Thyself,  for  ever  give. 
A  point  my  good,  a  drop  my  store  : 
Eager  I  ask,  and  pant  for  more. 

Eager  for  Thee  I  ask  and  pant. 

So  strong  the  principle  divine 
Carries  me  out  with  sweet  constraint. 

Till  all  my  hallowed  soul  be  Thine  ; 
Plung'd  in  the  Godhead's  deepest  sea, 
And  lost  in  Thy  Immensity. 

My  Peace,  my  Life,  my  Comfort  now. 
My  Treasure,  and  my  All  Thou  art ! 

True  Witness  of  my  sonship  Thou, 
Engraving  pardon  on  my  heart ; 

Seal  of  my  sins  in  Christ  forgiven. 

Earnest  of  Love,  and  pledge  of  Heaven. 


JO- 


Come  then,  my  God,  mark  out  Thy  heir, 
Of  Heaven  a  hu-ger  earnest  give ; 

With  clearer  hght  Thy  witness  bear ; 
More  sensibly  within  me  live  ; 

Let  all  my  powers  Thy  entrance  feel, 

And  deeper  stamp  Thyself  the  Seal. 

Come,  Holy  Ghost,  all-quickening  Fire, 
Come,  and  in  me  delight  to  rest ; 

Drawn  by  the  lure  of  stronij  desire, 
O  come  and  consecrate  my  breast : 

The  temple  of  my  soul  prepare, 

And  hx  Thy  sacred  presence  tliere  I 


HYMN    TO    GOD    THE    SAXCTIFIER. 

From  Hytnns  and  Sacred  Poems,  1 740. 

/^^OME,  Holy  Ghost,  all-quickening  Fire, 
^-^      Come,  and  my  hallowed  heart  inspire, 

Sprinkled  with  the  atoning  Blood  : 
Now  to  my  soul  Thyself  reveal ; 
Thy  mighty  working  let  me  feel, 

And  know  that  I  am  born  of  God. 

Thy  witness  with  my  spirit  bear 
That  God,  my  God,  inhabits  there  : 

Thou,  with  the  Father  and  the  Son, 
Eternal  Light's  coeval  Beam  : 
Be  Christ  in  me,  and  I  in  Him. 

Till  perfect  we  are  made  in  one. 


HYMN   TO   GOD    THE   SAi\XTH'IER. 


ZZZ 


When  wilt  Thou  my  whole  heart  subdue? 
Come,  Lord,  and  form  my  soul  anew. 

Emptied  of  pride,  self-will,  and  hell  : 
Less  than  the  least  of  all  Thy  store 
Of  mercies,  I  myself  abhor ; 

All,  all  my  vileness  may  I  feel. 

Humble,  and  teachable,  and  mild, 
O  may  I,  as  a  little  child, 

My  lowly  Master's  steps  pursue  ! 
Be  anger  to  my  soul  unknown  ; 
Hate,  envy,  jealousy,  be  gone  : 

In  love  create  thou  all  things  new. 

Let  earth  no  more  my  heart  divide  ; 
With  Christ  may  I  be  crucified, 

To  Thee  with  my  whole  soul  aspire ; 
Dead  to  the  world  and  all  its  toys. 
Its  idle  pomp  and  fading  joys. 

Be  Thou  alone  my  one  desire. 

Be  Thou  my  joy,  be  Thou  my  dread  ; 
In  battle  cover  Thou  my  head. 

Nor  earth  nor  hell  so  shall  I  fear ; 
So  shall  I  turn  my  steady  face. 
Want,  pain  defy,  enjoy  disgrace. 

Glory  in  dissolution  near. 

My  will  be  swallowed  up  in  Thee  ; 
Light  in  Thy  light  still  may  I  see. 


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34         ENGLISH  HYMNS   OF  iZth   CENTURY 

Beholding  Thee  with  open  face  : 
Called  the  lull  power  of  fciith  to  prove, 
Let  all  my  hallowed  heart  be  love, 

And  all  my  spotless  life  be  praise. 

Come,  Holy  Ghost,  all-quickening  Fire, 
My  consecrated  heart  inspire, 

Sprinkled  with  the  atoning  Blood  : 
Still  to  my  soul  Thyself  reveal : 
Thy  mighty  working  may  I  feel, 

And  know  that  I  am  one  with  God  ! 


BEFORE   READING   THE   SCRIPTURES. 


/^^OME,  Holy  Ghost,  our  hearts  inspire 
^^      Let  us  Thy  influence  prove  ; 
Source  of  the  old  prophetic  fire. 
Fountain  of  life  and  love. 


Come,  Holy  Ghost,  (for  moved  by  Thee 
Thy  prophets  wrote  and  spoke,) 

Unlock  the  Truth,  Thyself  the  Key, 
Unseal  the  sacred  Book. 

Expand  Thy  wings,  prolific  Dove ; 

Brood  o'er  our  nature's  night ; 
On  our  disordered  spirits  move, 

And  let  there  now  be  light. 


COME,    TtlOU  EVERLASTING   SPIRIT.       Zy:^ 

God  through  Himself  we  then  shall  know, 

If  Thou  within  us  shine  ; 
And  sound,  with  all  Thy  saints  below, 

The  depths  of  Love  divine. 


HYMNS  ON  THE  LORD'S  SUPPER. 


/^^OME,  Thou  everlasting  Spirit, 
^^  Brinor  to  every  thankful  mind 
All  the  Saviour's  dying  merit. 

All  His  sufferings  for  mankind:- 
True  Recorder  of  His  Passion, 

Now  the  living  faith  impart ; 
Now  reveal  His  great  Salvation, 

Preach  His  Gospel  to  our  heart. 


Come,  thou  Witness  of  His  dying  ; 

Come,  Remembrancer  divine  ; 
Let  us  feel  Thy  power  applying 

Christ  to  every  soul,  and  mine  ; 
Let  us  groan  Thine  inward  groaning. 

Look  on  Him  we  pierced,  and  grieve ; 
All  receive  the  Grace  atoning. 

All  the  sprinkled  Blood  receive. 


33^         KiXGLISH  HYMNS  OF  iZth  CENTURY. 


II. 

r^OME,  Holy  Ghost,  Thine  influence  shed, 
^^     And  reaHze  the  sign. 
Thy  Hfe  infuse  into  the  bread, 
Thy  power  into  the  wine. 

Effectual  let  the  tokens  prove, 

And  made  by  heavenly  art 
Fit  channels  to  convey  Thy  Love 

To  every  faithful  heart. 


III. 

/^^OME,  Thou  Spirit  of  contrition, 
^^     Fill  our  souls  with  tender  fears  ; 
Conscious  of  our  lost  condition. 

Melt  us  into  gracious  tears. 
Just  and  holy  detestation 

Of  our  bosom  sins  impart. 
Sins  that  caused  our  Saviour's  Passion, 

Sins  that  stabbed  Him  to  the  heart. 

Fill  our  flesh  with  killing  anguish. 

All  our  members  crucify  ; 
Let  the  offending  nature  languish 

Till  on  Jesu's  Cross  it  die. 
All  our  sins  to  death  deliver, 

Let  not  one,  not  one  survive  : 
Then  we  live  to  God  forever. 

Then  in  heaven  on  earth  we  live. 


SPIRIT  OF  FAITH,    COME  DOWN.  337 


SPIRIT    OF    FAITH,    COME    DOWN. 

From  Hymns  of  Petition  and  Thanksgiving  for  the  Promise  of  the  Father, 
otherwise  called  Hymns  for  Whit-Sunday,   1746. 

OPIRIT  of  Faith,  come  down, 
"^     Reveal  the  things  of  God, 
And  make  to  us  the  Godhead  known, 
And  witness  with  the  Blood  : 
'Tis  Thine  the  Blood  to  apply, 
And  give  us  e3'es  to  see 
Who  did  for  every  sinner  die 
Hath  surely  died  for  me. 

No  man  can  truly  say 
That  Jesus  is  the  Lord, 
Unless  Thou  take  the  veil  away, 
And  breathe  the  living  Word ; 
Then,  only  then  we  feel 
Our  interest  in  His  Blood ; 
And  cry  with  joy  unspeakable, 

"Thou  art  my  Lord,  my  God  !  " 

I  know  my  Saviour  lives. 
He  lives,  who  died  for  me  ; 
My  inmost  soul  His  voice  receives 
Who  hangs  on  yonder  Tree  : 
Set  forth  before  my  eyes 
Even  now  I  see  Him  bleed, 
And  hear  His  mortal  groans  and  cries. 
While  suffering  in  my  stead. 
22 


33^ 


ENGLISH  HYMNS  OF  \Zth   CENTURY. 


O  that  the  world  might  know 

The  great  atoning  Lamb  ! 

Spirit  of  Faith,  descend,  and  show 

The  virtue  of  His  Name  : 

The  Grace  which  all  may  find, 

The  saving  power  impart ; 

And  testify  to  all  mankind. 

And  speak  in  every  heart ! 

Inspire  the  living  faith, 

(Which  whosoe'er  receives 
The  witness  in  himself  he  hath. 
And  consciously  believes  ;) 
The  faith  that  conquers  all, 
And  doth  the  mountain  move, 
And  saves  whoe'er  on  Jesus  call. 
And  perfects  them  in  love. 


COME,    HOLY,    CELESTIAL   DOVE. 

1746. 

/^OME,  holy,  celestial  Dove, 
^-^     To  visit  a  sorrowful  breast. 
My  burden  of  guilt  to  remove, 

And  bring  me  assurance  and  rest. 
Thou  only  hast  power  to  relieve 

A  sinner  o'erwhelmed  with  his  load  ; 
The  sense  of  acceptance  to  give. 

And  sprinkle  his  heart  with  the  Blood. 


COME,   HOLY,    CELESTIAL   DOVE.  339 

With  me  if  of  old  Thou  hast  strove, 

And  strangely  withheld  from  my  sin, 
And  tried,  by  the  lure  of  Thy  Love, 

My  worthless  affections  to  win  : 
The  work  of  Thy  mercy  revive  ; 

Thine  uttermost  mercy  exert ; 
And  kindly  continue  to  strive. 

And  hold,  till  I  yield  Thee,  my  heart. 

Thy  call  if  I  ever  have  known, 

And  sighed  from  myself  to  get  free. 
And  groaned  the  unspeakable  groan, 

And  longed  to  be  happy  in  Thee  ; 
Fulfil  the  imperfect  desire  ! 

Thy  peace  to  my  conscience  reveal, 
The  sense  of  Thy  favor  inspire. 

And  give  me  my  pardon  to  feel. 

If  when  I  had  put  Thee  to  grief. 

And  madly  to  folly  returned, 
Thy  pity  hath  been  my  relief, 

And  lifted  me  up  as  I  mourned ; 
Most  pitiful  Spirit  of  Grace, 

Relieve  me  again,  and  restore; 
My  spirit  in  holiness  raise. 

To  fall  and  to  suffer  no  more. 

If  now  I  lament  after  God, 

And  gasp  for  a  drop  of  Thy  Love, 

If  Jesus  hath  bought  Thee  with  Blood, 
For  me  to  receive  from  above  ; 


340        EJSfGLISH  HYMNS  OF  \Zth   CENTURY. 


Come,  heavenly  Comforter,  come, 
True  Witness  of  mercy  divine  ; 

And  make  me  Thy  permanent  home, 
And  seal  me  eternally  Thine  ! 


AUTHOR   OF   EVERY   WORK   DIVINE. 


In  the  Hymns  /or  IVhif-Snttday,  1746,  this  is  numbered  as  four  successive 
hymns:  but  it  is  evidently  a  unit,  and  is  best  given  as  lour  parts  of  the  samo  poem. 
The  first  part,  with  its  breadth  and  beauty  of  thought,  recalls  some  of  the  finer  medi- 
aeval hymns. 


I. 


A  UTHOR  of  every  work  divine, 
■^  ^     Who  dost  through  both  Creations  shine, 

The  God  of  Nature  and  of  Grace  ! 
Thy  glorious  steps  in  all  we  see. 
And  wisdom  attribute  to  Thee, 

And  power,  and  majesty,  and  praise. 

Thou  didst  Th}'  mighty  wings  outspread, 
And  brooding  o'er  the  chaos,  shed 

Thy  Life  into  the  impregned  abyss, 
The  vital  principle  infuse. 
And  out  of  Nothing's  womb  produce 

The  earth  and  heaven,  and  all  that  is. 

That  all  informing  Breath  Thou  art 
Who  dost  continued  life  impart. 

And  bidd'st  the  world  persist  to  be  : 


AUTHOR   OF  EVERY  WORK  DIVINE.       341 

Garnished  by  Thee,  yon  azure  sky, 
And  all  those  beauteous  orbs  on  high, 
Depend  in  golden  chains  from  Thee. 

Thou  dost  create  the  earth  anew, 
(Its  Maker  and  Preserver  too,) 

By  Thine  almighty  arm  sustain  : 
Nature  perceives  Thy  secret  force, 
And  still  holds  on  her  even  course, 

And  owns  Thy  providential  reign. 

Thou  art  the  Universal  Soul, 

The  plastic  Power  that  fills  the  whole, 

And  governs  earth,  air,  sea,  and  sky  : 
The  creatures  all  Thy  breath  receive, 
And  who  by  Thy  inspiring  live, 

Without  Thy  inspiration  die. 

Spirit  immense,  eternal  Mind, 
Thou  on  the  souls  of  lost  mankind 

Dost  with  benignest  influence  move, 
Pleased  to  restore  the  ruined  race, 
And  new  create  a  world  of  Grace 

In  all  the  image  of  Thy  Love. 


II. 


Spirit  of  Grace,  we  bless  Thy  name. 
Thy  works  and  offices  proclaim, 

Thy  fruits,  and  properties,  and  powers  : 


34-        ENGLISH  HYMNS  OF  \Zth   CENTURY. 

Thou  dost  wilh  kind  intendering  care 
The  godless  heart  of  man  prepare, 
That  God  may  yet  again  be  ours. 

Thou  didst  Thy  fallen  creature  see, 
Fallen  from  happiness  and  Thee, 

And  swiftly  to  our  rescue  come  : 
Well-pleased  amongst  the  sons  of  men 
To  fix  Thy  residence  again, 

And  make  them  Thy  eternal  home. 

Thou  dost  the  first  good  thought  inspire ; 
The  first  faint  spark  of  pure  desire 

Is  kindled  by  Thy  gracious  breath  ; 
By  Thee  made  conscious  of  his  fall. 
The  sinner  hears  Thy  sudden  call, 

And  starts  out  of  the  sleep  of  death. 

Convinced  of  sin  and  unbelief 

He  sinks  o'ervvhelmed  with  sacred  grief, 

And  pines  disconsolate  for  God, 
Till  Thou  the  healing  balm  apply, 
The  sinner  freely  justify. 

In  Jesu's  name  and  Jesu's  Blood. 


ni. 

Spirit  of  Power,  'tis  Thine  alone 
To  finish  what  Thyself  begun. 

And  crown  Thy  work  with  full  success 
To  them  that  groan  beneath  their  sin 
Thou  bring'st  the  sweet  refreshment  in, 

The  everlasting  righteousness. 


4 


AUTHOR   OF  EVERY   WORK  DIVINE.       343 

Thou  dost  by  Thine  almighty  Grace 
Again  the  abject  sinner  raise, 

Again  our  fleshly  souls  refine  ; 
Spirit  of  Spirit  born,  we  love, 
And  only  seek,  the  things  above. 

And  live  on  earth  the  Life  divine. 

Thou  dost  the  vital  seed  infuse. 
Thou  dost  the  creature  new  produce, 

In  all  its  glorious  parts  complete  ; 
The  subjects  of  the  kingdom  here 
Thou  makest,  ere  the  Judge  appear, 

For  all  Thy  Heavenly  Kingdom  meet. 

Thou  that  revealing  Spirit  art 
Who  dost  the  hearing  ear  impart. 

The  clear  illuminated  sight ; 
Spirit  of  Wisdom  from  on  high. 
Of  Knowledge  that  shall  never  die. 

Of  holy,  true,  eternal  Light. 

Thou  art  the  end  of  doubtful  care ; 
The  antidote  of  sad  despair 

We  feel  in  that  sweet  power  of  Thine  : 
Through  Thee,  who  lift'st  the  fallen  up. 
We  rise,  rejoice,  abound  in  hope, 

And  bless  Thine  energy  divine. 

Author  of  never-failing  peace  ! 
Whene'er  we  languish  in  distress, 
O'erwhelmed  with  sin  and  misery, 


344        ENGLISH  HYMNS  OF  \%th   CENTURY. 


Thy  presence  brings  us  sure  relief, 
To  gladness  turns  our  every  grief, 
And  joy  in  God  is  joy  in  Thee. 

Spirit  of  meek  and  godly  fear. 

The  children,  taught  of  Thee,  revere 

And  do  their  heavenly  Father's  will ; 
Pierced  with  an  humble  filial  awe, 
They  love  to  keep  His  blessed  Law, 

And  all  His  kind  commands  fulfil. 

Spirit  of  pure  and  holy  Love, 

We  feel  Thee  streaming-  from  above 

In  calm  unutterable  peace ; 
The  love  by  Thee  diffused  abroad 
Unites  our  happy  hearts  to  God, 

And  seals  our  everlasting  bliss. 


rv. 


Spirit  of  Holiness  and  Root, 
Thy  gracious  God-delighting  fruit 

Is  joy,  fidelity,  and  peace  ; 
Meekness  which  no  affront  can  move. 
Truth,  temperance,  long-suffering,  love. 

And  universal  righteousness. 


Restorer  of  the  sin-sick  mind, 
Our  souls  a  perfect  soundness  find 

Through  all  their  powers  in  Thee  renewed 


AUTHOR    OF  EVERY   WORK  LIVEXE.       345 


Spirit  of  Life  and  Might  divine, 
Bv  Thee  we  in  the  image  shine, 
In  all  the  strength  and  life  of  God. 

Thou  dost  the  living  power  exert 
To  invigorate  and  confirm  the  heart 

Of  those  wdio  feel  Thy  work  begun. 
To  exercise  our  every  grace. 
Quicken  us  in  the  glorious  race. 

Till  all  the  glorious  race  is  run. 

Through  Thee  the  flesh  we  mortify, 
A  daily  death  rejoice  to  die. 

To  live  from  sin  forever  free  : 
An  holy  sinless  life  to  lead 
Is  onlv  in  Thy  track  to  tread. 

To  walk  in  love,  in  God,  in  Thee. 

Through  Thee  we  render  God  His  due, 
The  w^orship  spiritual  and  true 

With  loving  hearts  rejoice  to  pay  ; 
Him,  while  we  find  Thy  present  power. 
In  truth  and  spirit  we  adore, 

x\nd  pray — whene'er  in  Thee  we  pray 

Thou  pleadest  in  the  living  stones 
With  speechless  eloquence  of  groans. 

Which  pierce  our  pitying  Father's  ear  : 
The  answer  of  Thy  prayer  we  feel. 
The  glorious  joy  unspeakable, 

And  triumph  in  the  Comforter. 


\^6        EXGLISH  HYMNS  OF  i8r//   CEXTURY. 

True  Witness  of  our  sonship,  Thee 
We  feel,  from  fear  and  sorrow  free, 

And  Father,  Abba  Father,  cry  : 
Seal  of  our  endless  bliss  Thou  art, 
Foretaste  and  Earnest  in  our  heart 

Of  pleasures  that  shall  never  die. 

First  fruits  of  yonder  Land  above, 
Celestial  joy,  seraphic  love 

To  us,  to  us  in  Thee  is  given  ; 
And  all  that  to  the  Spirit  sow 
Shall  of  the  Spirit  reap,  and  know 

The  ripest  happiness  of  Heaven. 


SPIRIT    OF    TRUTH,    DESCEND. 
1746. 

John'  xvi.  13-15. 

OPIRIT  of  Truth,  descend, 

^^     And  with  Thy  Church  abide. 

Our  Guardian  to  the  end, 
Our  sure  unerring  Guide  : 
Us  into  the  whole  counsel  lead 

Of  God  revealed  below. 
And  teach  us  all  the  truth  we  need 

To  Lite  Eternal  know. 

Whate'er  Thou  hear'st  above 
To  us  with  power  impart, 

And  shed  abroad  the  love 
Of  Jesus  in  our  heart : 


SPIRIT  OF   TRUTH,   DESCEND.  347 

One  with  the  F'ather  and  the  Son, 

Thy  record  is  the  same  ; 
O  make  to  us  the  Godhead  known 

Through  faith  in  Jesu's  Name. 

To  all  our  souls  apply 

The  doctrine  of  our  Lord, 
Our  conscience  certify, 

And  witness  with  the  Word. 
Thy  realizing  light  display, 

And  show  us  things  to  come, 
The  after  state,  the  final  Day, 
And  man's  eternal  doom. 

The  Judge  of  quick  and  dead. 

The  God  of  Truth  and  Love, 
Who  doth  for  sinners  plead. 
Our  Advocate  above, 
Exalted  by  His  Father  there 

Thou  dost  exalt  below. 
And  all  His  Grace  on  earth  declare. 
And  all  His  glory  show. 

Sent  in  His  Name  Thou  art, 

His  work  to  carry  on. 
His  Godhead  to  assert, 

And  make  His  mercy  known. 
Thou  searchest  the  deep  things  of  God, 

Thou  know'st  the  Saviour's  mind, 
And  tak'st  of  His  atoning  Blood 
To  sprinkle  all  mankind. 


34^         ENGLISH  HYMNS   OF   iZth    CENTURY 

Now  then  of  His  receive, 

And  show  to  us  the  Grace, 
And  all  His  fuhiess  give 
To  all  the  ransomed  race  : 
Whate'er  He  did  for  sinners  buy 

With  His  expiring  groan, 
By  faith  in  us  reveal,  apply. 
And  make  it  all  our  own. 

Descending  from  above. 
Into  our  souls  convey 
His  comfort,  joy,  and  love. 
Which  none  can  take  away  ; 
His  merit  and  His  righteousness 
Which  makes  an  end  of  sin  ; 
Apply  to  every  heart  His  peace, 
And  bring  His  kingdom  in. 

The  plenitude  of  God 

That  doth  in  Jesus  dwell, 
On  us  through  Him  bestowed. 
To  us  secure  and  seal : 
Now  let  us  taste  our  Master's  bliss, 

The  glorious  heavenly  powers  : 
For  all  the  Father  hath  is  His, 
And  all  He  hath  is  ours. 


ETERNAL   SPIIUT,    COME.  349 


ETERNAL   SPIRIT,    COME. 

1746. 


E 


TERNAL  Spirit,  come 
Into  Thy  meanest  home  : 
From  Thine  high  and  holy  place 

Where  Thou  dost  in  glory  reign, 
Stoop  in  condescending  Grace, 

Stoop  to  the  poor  heart  of  man. 

For  Thee  our  hearts  we  lift, 
And  wait  the  heavenly  Gift. 
Giver,  Lord,  of  Lite  divine. 

To  our  dying  souls  appear  ; 
Grant  the  Grace  for  which  we  pine, 
Give  Thyself  the  Comforter. 

No  gift  or  comfort  we 
Would  have  distinct  from  Thee 
Spirit,  Principle  of  Grace, 

Sum  of  our  desires  Thou  art ; 
Fill  us  with  Thy  holiness. 

Breathe  Thyself  into  our  heart. 

Our  ruined  souls  repair. 
And  fix  Thy  mansion  there  : 
Claim  us  for  Thy  constant  shrine  ; 
All  Thy  glorious  Self  reveal ; 
Life,  and  Power,  and  Love  divine, 
God  in  us  forever  dwell. 


350 


ENGLISH  HYMNS  OF  \Zth   CENTURY, 


# 


FOR    CHRISTIAN    FRIENDS. 


The  eighteenth  of  a  series  of  fifty-six  hymns  with  the  above  title,  in  the  second 
volume  of  Hymns  and  Sacred  I'oems,  »749-  I'hey  were  mostly  or  all  written  as  letters 
to  Sarah  Gwynne,  before  cr  after  her  marriage  with  Wesley;  the  correspondence  of 
the  lovers  being  conducted  chiefly  "  in  verse,  and  remarkable  for  its  piety." 


T  TOLY  sanctifying  Dove, 

■*-  ^     God  of  Truth,  and  God  of  Love, 

On  my  feeble  soul  descend. 

On  my  dearest  earthly  friend. 

Come,  and  all  our  wants  supply  ; 

Now  the  pardoned  sanctify. 

Now  our  little  faith  increase. 

Fill  us  now  with  perfect  peace. 

Lead  us,  Thou,  our  constant  Guide  ! 
Witness,  in  our  hearts  abide  ; 
Earnest  of  the  joys  to  come. 
Make  our  souls  Thy  glorious  home. 
Every  precious  promise  seal  ; 
All  the  depths  of  God  reveal ; 
Keep  us  to  that  happy  Day, 
Bear  us  on  Thy  wings  awa3^ 

If  Thou  didst  the  grace  impart, 
Mad'st  us  of  one  mind  and  heart, 
Still  our  friendly  souls  unite 
Partners  in  the  realms  of  light. 
Let  us  there  together  soar. 
Quickly  meet  to  part  no  more  ; 
There  our  ravished  spirits  join, 
Mingled,  lost  in  Love  divine. 


PENITENTIA  L.  351 

PENITENTIAL. 

The  last  of  nine  "  Penitential  Hymns,"  in  the  first  volume  of  1749. 

OTAY,  Thou  insulted  Spirit,  stay, 
"^     Though  I  have  done  Thee  such  despite  ; 
Nor  cast  the  sinner  quite  away. 
Nor  take  Thine  everlasting  flight. 

Though  I  have  steeled  my  stubborn  heart, 
And  still  shook  oft^  my  guilty  fears  ; 

And  vexed,  and  urged  Thee  to  depart. 
For  forty  long  rebellious  years  : 

Thouixh  I  have  most  unfaithful  been 
Of  all  who  e'er  Th\'  Grace  received  ; 

Ten  thousand  times  Thv  ijoodness  seen, 

Ten  thousand  times  Thv  (goodness  iri'itived  : 

Yet  O,  the  chief  of  sinners  spare, 
In  honor  of  my  great  High  Priest ; 

Nor  in  Thv  riorhteous  anorer  swear 

To  exclude  me  from  Thy  people's  rest. 

This  only  woe  I  deprecate, 

This  only  plague,  I  pra\s  remove, 

Nor  leave  me  in  mv  lost  estate. 

Nor  curse  me  with  this  want  of  love. 

If  yet  Thou  canst  my  sins  fortjive. 
From  now,  O  Lord,  relieve  my  woes; 

Into  the  rest  of  love  receive. 

And  bless  me  with  the  calm  repose. 


352         ENGLISH  HYMNS  OF  \Zth  CENTURY. 

From  now,  my  weary  soul  release ; 

Upraise  me  with  Thy  gracious  hand, 
And  guide  into  Thy  perfect  peace, 

And  bring  me  to  the  promised  land. 


AFTER    A    RECOVERY. 

I.e.,  from  Backslidinsj.  1749,  volume  first.  A  curious  example  of  Wesley's 
softer  style,  and  of  the  lengths  to  which  his  emotional  views  and  habits  sometimes 
led  him. 

r^  THOU  meek  and  injured  Dove, 

^^     Wherefore  dost  Thou  strive  with  me  ? 

Me,  who  still  abuse  Thy  Love, 

Me  who  grieve  and  fly  from  Thee? 
Thee  why  should  I  longer  grieve  ? 
Leave  me.  Lord,  Thy  rebel  leave. 

Well  Thou  know'st,  if  now  my  heart 
Melts  to  feel  Thy  softening  Grace, 

Ready  am  I  to  depart, 

Thine  to  quit  for  sin's  embrace  : 

Take  Thy  mercy  back  again  : 

Wherefore  shouldst  Thou  strive  in  vain? 

O  that  I  might  never  feel 

One  desire  or  drawing  more  ! 
Rather  than  provoke  Thee  still, 

Now  let  all  the  strife  be  o'er  : 
Drive  me  from  Thy  blissful  face, 
Let  me  go  to  my  own  place. 


IN  NATIONAL   DANGER.  353 

Or  if  Thy  unwearied  Love 

Will  not  yet  the  rebel  leave, 
Stronger  let  Thine  influence  prove; 

Let  me  double  grace  receive  : 
Give  me  more,  or  give  me  less ; 
Fix  my  doom,  or  seal  my  peace. 


IN    NATIONAL    DANGER. 

The  third  part  of  a  hymn  on  Ezekiel  ix.,  from  Hymns  for  the  Year  1756,  partic- 
ularly for  the  Fast  Day,  Febrtiary  6,  when  a  French  invasion  was  expected. 

OTAY,  Thou  departing  Spirit,  stay, 
^^     Nor  take  Thy  presence  quite  away  ! 
Though  now  our  languid  hearts  bemoan 
Thy  glory  to  the  threshold  gone, 
Yet  do  not,  Lord,  withdraw  Thy  light, 
Or  leave  us  to  eternal  night. 

Arise  into  Thy  resting-place. 

As  in  those  w^ondrous  ancient  days 

When  God  appeared,  to  dwell  with  men, 

Betwixt  the  mystic  cherubs  seen, 

Worshipt  by  all  the  angel-choir, 

And  symbolized  by  living  tire. 

Now  to  Thy  drooping  Church  return, 
Thou  Comforter  of  all  that  mourn  ; 
Thy  suppliants  in  Thy  temple  meet 
And  bless  us  from  Thy  mercy-seat. 
And  still  in  our  assemblies  shine. 
The  dazzling  Shechinah  divine. 
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The  tokens  of  Thy  presence  show 
And  guard  us  from  the  invading  foe  : 
Thy  glory  be  our  sure  defence, 
Our  buckler  Thy  Omnipotence  ; 
Nor  ever  from  Thine  house  remove, 
When  filled  with  all  the  life  of  Love. 


SCRIPTURE    HYMNS. 

From  Short  Hymns  Oft  Select  Passages  of  the  Holy  Scriptures,  two  volumes,  1762. 

Genesis  i.  2,  3. 

PJ^XPAND  Thy  wings,  celestial  Dove, 
^-^     And  brooding  o'er  my  nature's  night, 
Call  forth  the  ray  of  heavenly  Love, 

Let  there  in  my  dark  soul  be  light ; 
And  fill  the  illustrated  abyss 
With  glorious  beams  of  endless  bliss. 

Let  there  be  Light  (again  command). 
And  lig-ht  there  in  our  hearts  shall  be ; 

We  then  throucjh  faith  shall  understand 
Thy  great  mysterious  Majesty, 

And  by  the  shining  of  Thy  Grace, 

Behold  in  Christ  Thy  glorious  face. 


SCRIPTURE  HYMNS.  355 


John  xv.  26. 

OPIRIT  of  Truth,  the  Comforter, 

*^     Proceeding  from  the  Father's  throne, 

Come,  and  Thine  inward  witness  bear 

Of  Jesus,  His  eternal  Son  : 
Him,  the  great  uncreated  Word, 

Give  me  the  God  supreme  to  call. 
Essence,  I  Am,  Jehovah,  Lord, 

My  God,  who  made  and  died  for  all. 


John  xvi.  15. 

TTOLY  Ghost,  by  Him  bestowed 
-^  Who  suffered  on  the  Tree, 

Take  of  my  Redeemers  Blood 

And  show  it  unto  me. 
Witness  with  the  Blood  Thou  art : 

Apply  it  to  this  soul  of  mine  : 
Now  assure  my  sprinkled  heart 

It  is  the  Blood  divine. 


Romans  viii.  25. 

OPIRIT  of  interceding  Grace, 

^^     I  know  not  how,  or  what  to  pray  : 

Assist  ray  utter  helplessness, 

The  power  into  my  heart  convey  ; 
That  God,  acknowledging  Thy  groan, 
May  answer  in  my  prayers  His  own. 


356 


ENGLISH  HYMNS  OF  1877/    CENTURY. 


Romans  xv.  13. 

TTOLY  Ghost,  the  power  inspire, 
-*-  -*-     The  taste  of  things  above ; 
Set  my  panting  soul  on  fire 

With  hope  of  perfect  love. 
Hope's  full  confidence  infuse, 
Till  it  bursts  the  earthen  shrine, 
Till  my  hope,  myself,  I  lose 

Within  the  Arms  divine. 

I    CORIXTHIAXS   vi.    19. 

TTOLY  Ghost,  we  know  Thou  art 
-■"  -^     Still  in  every  faithful  heart. 
Yes,  we  tremble,  Lord,  to  know 

God  resides  in  man  below ! 
O  might  all  our  bodies  be 
Sensibly  replete  with  Thee  ! 
O  might  all  Thy  temples  shine 
Bright  with  holiness  divine  ! 


2  Corinthians  iii.  17. 

/"^OME  then,  and  dwell  in  me, 
^^      Spirit  of  power  within, 
And  bring  the  glorious  liberty 
From  sorrow,  fear,  and  sin  : 
The  seed  of  sin's  disease. 
Spirit  of  health,  remove. 
Spirit  of  finished  holiness. 
Spirit  of  perfect  love. 


SCRIPTURE  HYMNS.  357 


Cor. 


/^OME,  Thou  beatific  Spirit, 
^^     Earnest  of  the  joys  above, 
Taste  of  what  the  saints  inherit. 

Author  of  seraphic  love  ! 
When  Thou  unto  me  art  given, 

Full  of  immortality, 
Sure  I  am  to  dwell  in  heaven, 

Sure  that  heaven  dwells  in  me. 


Galatiaxs  ii.  20. 

T  TOLY  Ghost,  remove  the  grief 
■^  x\nd  burthen  of  my  sins  ; 

Me,  convinced  of  unbelief. 
Of  ricrhteousness  convince. 

o 

Comforter,  on  Thee  I  call  : 
Apply  the  Blood  that  sets  me  free  ; 
Tell  my  heart.  Who  died  for  all 
Hath  loved  and  died  for  me. 

Faith's  appropriating  power 
With  Thee  I  long  to  feel : 

Come  in  this  accepted  hour. 
My  Saviour-Lord  reveal ; 

By  Thine  energy  constrain 
My  soul  to  cry  with  joy  unknown, 

Very  God  was  very  Man, 
And  Christ  is  all  mv  own. 


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ENGLISH  HYMNS  OF  i^th   CENTURY. 


Galatiaxs  v.  17. 

T  TOLY  Ghost,  with  grace  inspire 
-*-  -*-     My  heart  against  my  sin  ; 
When  I  feel  the  base  desire, 
Exert  Thy  power  within  : 
Keep  me  till  the  conflict 's  o'er, 
That  nature's  will  I  may  not  do. 
Till  the  Kingdom  Tliou  restore 
And  all  my  heart  renew. 


THE   FRUIT    OF   THE    SPIRIT. 
Galatiaxs  v.  22,  23. 


This  is  altered,  and,  strange  to  say,  much  improved,  in  the  Leeds  Independent 
Selection  of  1S22,  a  book  to  which  James  Montgomery  was  a  contributor.  As  a  good 
and  unknown  hymn,  I  give  the  revision/- 


T  TOLY  Spirit,  dwell  in  me  : 

-      Then  the  fruit  shall  show  the  Tree  ; 
Every  grace  its  Author  prove. 
Rising  from  the  root  of  love. 


^  Here  is  Wesley's  original,  1762; 


Jesus,  plant  Thy  Spirit  in  me: 
Then  the  fruit  shall  show  the  Tree, 
Every  grace  its  Author  prove, 
Rising  from  the  root  of  love. 


■SCRIPTURE  HYMNS.  359 

Joy  shall  then  my  heart  o'erflow, 
Peace  which  only  Christians  know  : 
Peace,  the  seal  of  cancelled  sin, 
Joy,  the  pledge  of  Heaven  within. 

Gentle  then  to  all,  and  kind. 
Transcript  of  the  Saviour's  mind, 
Full  of  sympath}^  and  care 
In  another's  woe  to  share  ; 

Prompt  and  tender  to  relieve, 
Faithful  never  to  deceive  ; 
All  Thy  virtues,  Lord,  be  mine, 
Brighter  Thy  resemblance  shine  ! 


THE    SPIRIT   AND    THE   WORD. 
2  Timothy  iii.   i6,  17. 

(This  should  have  been  in  our  first  Introductory  part,  rather  than  here.) 

TNSPIRER  of  the  ancient  Seers, 
•^     Who  wrote  from  Thee  the  sacred  page. 
The  same  through  all  succeeding  years  ; 
To  us,  in  our  degenerate  age, 

Joy  shall  then  my  heart  o'erflow,  ^ 

Peace  which  only  saints  can  know, 
Peace,  the  seal  of  cancelled  sin, 
Joy,  the  taste  of  heaven  within. 

Gentle  then  to  all,  and  kind 
To  the  wicked  and  the  blind. 
Full  of  tenderness  and  care, 
I  shall  every  burthen  bear ; 

Glad  the  general  servant  be, 
,  Serve  with  strict  fidelity, 
Life  itself  for  them  deny. 
Meekly  in  their  service  die. 


360   •     ENGLISH  HYMNS  OF  i8r//   CENTURY. 

The  Spirit  of  Thy  Word  impart, 
And  breathe  the  life  into  our  heart. 

The  Word  if  Thou  vouchsafe  to  give, 

We  find  its  efficacious  power, 
The  savincr  benefit  receive, 

And  taught  aright  our  God  to  adore, 
The  Hving  sentiment  we  feel. 
Conformed  to  all  Thy  righteous  will. 

While  now  Thine  Oracles  we  read 

With  earnest  prayer  and  strong  desire, 

O  let  Thy  Spirit  from  Thee  proceed, 
Our  souls  to  waken  and  inspire  ; 

Our  weakness  help,  our  darkness  chase, 

And  guide  us  by  the  Light  of  Grace. 

Whene'er  in  error's  paths  we  rove, 
The  living  God  through  sin  forsake. 

Our  conscience  by  Thy  Word  reprove, 
Convince,  and  brincr  the  wanderers  back. 

Deep  wounded  by  Thy  Spirit's  sword, 

x\nd  then  by  Gilead's  Balm  restored. 

The  secret  lessons  of  Thy  Grace, 

Transmitted  through  the  Word,  repeat, 

To  train  us  up  in  all  Thy  ways, 

To  make  us  in  Thy  Will  complete ; 

Fulfil  Tlw  Love's  redeeming  plan. 

And  bring  us  to  a  perfect  man. 


SCRIPTURE  HYMNS.  3^1 

Furnished  out  of  Thy  treasury, 

O  may  we  always  ready  stand 
To  help  the  souls  redeemed  by  Thee 

In  what  their  various  states  demand  ; 
To  teach,  convince,  correct,  reprove, 
And  build  them  up  in  holiest  love. 


ANOTHER. 
2  Timothy  iii.  i6.      2  Peter  i.  21. 

This  and  the  five  following  are  from  Hyvnis  on  the  Trinity,  1767 

OPIRIT  of  truth,  essential  God, 

*^     Who  didst  Thine  ancient  saints  inspire. 

Shed  in  their  hearts  Thy  Love  abroad, 

And  touch  their  hallowed  lips  with  fire  ; 
Our  God  from  all  eternity. 
World  without  end  we  worship  Thee  ! 

Still  we  believe,  almighty  Lord, 

Whose  presence  fills  both  earth  and  heaven, 
The  meaning  of  the  written  Word 

Is  still  by  inspiration  given  ; 
Thou  only  dost  Thyself  explain 
The  secret  mind  of  God  to  man. 

Come  then,  divine  Interpreter, 

The  Scriptures  to  our  hearts  apply  ; 

And,  taught  by  Thee,  we  God  revere, 
Him  in  Three  Persons  magnify  ; 

In  each  the  Triune  God  adore. 

Who  was,  and  is  for  evermore. 


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EXGLISH  HYMNS  OF  \Zth   CENTURY, 


2  Thessaloniaxs  iii.  5. 

/^OME,  Holy  Ghost,  Thou  Lord  most  high, 
^^     The  veil  of  unbelief  remove. 
And  in  us  Abba  Father  cry, 

And  lead  our  hearts  into  His  Love ; 
Our  hearts  into  His  patience  lead 

Whose  Blood  hath  washed  our  sins  away, 
And,  perfected  like  Christ  our  Head, 

Seal  and  preserve  us  to  that  Day. 


Matthew  ix.  38.     Acts  xiii.  4. 

TTOLY  Ghost,  regard  our  prayers, 
-*-  -■-     Third  of  the  glorious  Three, 
Send  forth  faithful  laborers 

To  gather  souls  for  Thee  : 
Sovereign,  everlasting  Lord, 
The  harvest  is  entirely  Thine, 

Thine  the  preachers  of  the  Word, 

The  messengers  divine. 

Move  their  hearts,  and  more  stir  up 

Salvation  to  proclaim. 
Bold  on  every  mountain-top 

To  shout  in  Jesus'  name, 
Tidings  of  great  joy  to  tell 
Of  peace  obtained  and  sin  forgiven  ; 
Then,  Thy  Word  of  Grace  to  seal, 

O  God,  come  down  from  Heaven. 


GOD    OF  ALL    COXSOLA  TION.  ^(^Z 


Luke  ii.   i6,  28. 

TTOLY  Ghost,  apply  Thy  word 
And  promise  to  my  heart ; 
Tell  me  I  shall  see  the  Lord 

Before  I  hence  depart. 
When  my  faith  the  Christ  hath  seen, 
Creator  of  that  inward  eye, 

Thee  1  shall  acknowledge  then, 
The  Lord  and  God  most  high. 

Spirit  of  faith,  reveal  in  me 
The  sure  approaching  grace  ; 

Then  I  shall  the  Deity 
Of  my  Inspirer  praise, 

Bless  my  God  forever  blest, 
Glory  in  salvation  given. 

Late  obtain  the  promised  rest. 
And  go  in  peace  to  Heaven. 


2  Corinthians  i.  3. 

GOD  of  all  consolation. 
The  Holy  Ghost  Thou  art ; 
Thy  secret  inspiration 

Hath  told  it  to  my  heart. 
The  blessing  I  inherit. 

Through  Jesus'  prayer  bestowed. 
The  Comforter,  the  Spirit, 
The  true  eternal  God. 


364       ENGLISH  HYMNS  OF  iS/v/  CENTURY. 


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With  God  the  Son  and  Saviour, 

With  God  the  Father  One, 
The  tokens  of  His  favor 

Thou  mak'st  to  sinners  known  ; 
An  antepast  of  heaven 

Thou  dost  in  me  reveal, 
Attest  my  sins  forgiven, 

And  my  salvation  seal. 

The  indubitable  witness 

Of  Thy  own  Deity, 
Thou  giv'st  my  soul  its  fitness 

Thy  glorious  face  to  see  : 
Thy  comforts,  gifts,  and  graces 

My  largest  thoughts  transcend. 
And  challenge  all  my  praises, 

When  faith  in  sight  shall  end. 


A    PRAYER   TO    THE    HOLY   GHOST. 

1767. 

T^INDLER  of  seraphic  fire 
-'-^     Glowing  in  Thy  hosts  above. 
Giver  of  the  pure  desire. 

Spirit  of  celestial  Love, 
Heavenly  love  to  us  impart, 
Comfort  every  drooping  heart. 

If  Thou  hast  a  token  given, 
If  our  want  of  love  we  feel. 

Bless  us  with  that  taste  of  heaven. 
Pardon  on  our  conscience  seal ; 


COME,    THOU  ALL-INSPIRL\G   SPIRIT.     3^5 

Then  with  cordial  charity, 
Gracious  God,  we  cleave  to  Thee. 

Then,  because  Thou  first  hast  loved, 
We  shall  love  our  God  again, 

Happy,  till  from  earth  removed, 
Joy  consummate  w^e  obtain, 

Dazzled  with  the  glorious  sight, 

Lost  in  an  abyss  of  light. 


COME,    THOU    ALL-INSPIRING    SPIRIT. 

This  and  the  two  following  are  from  Hy77ins  for  the  Use  of  Fa7nilies,  1767. 

/"^OME,  thou  all-inspiring  Spirit, 
^-^      Into  every  longing  heart ! 
Bought  for  us  by  Jesu's  merit. 

Now  Thy  blissful  Self  impart. 
Sign  our  uncontested  pardon, 

Wash  us  in  the  atoning  Bl  )od  ; 
Make  our  souls  a  watered  garden. 

Fill  our  sinless^  souls  with  God. 

If  Thou  gav'st  the  enlarged  desire, 

Which  for  Thee  we  ever  feel, 
Now  our  panting  hearts  inspire, 

Now^  our  cancelled  sin  reveal : 
Claim  us  for  Thine  habitation  ; 

Dwell  within  our  hallowed  breast ; 
Seal  us  heirs  of  full  salvation. 

Fitted  for  our  heavenly  rest. 

^  In  the  reprint,  spotless. 


3^6      EXGLISH  HYMNS   OF  i8r//   CENTURY, 


Give  us  quietly  to  tarry, 

Till  for  all  Thv  a"lorv  meet ; 
Waiting  like  attentive  Mary, 

Happy  at  our  Saviour's  feet : 
Keep  us  from  the  world  unspotted, 

From  all  earthly  passions  free, 
Wholly  to  Thyself  devoted, 

Fixt  to  live  and  die  for  Thee. 

Wrestling  on  in  mighty  prayer, 

Lord,  we  will  not  let  Thee  go, 
Till  Thou  all  Thy  mind  declare, 

All  Thy  Grace  on  us  bestow  : 
Peace,  the  seal  of  sin  forgiven, 

Joy  and  perfect  love  impart. 
Present,  everlasting  heaven ; 

All  Thou  hast,  and  all  Thou  art ! 


SPIRIT   OF    SUPPLICATION. 


OPIRIT  of  supplication, 

^^     Through  Jesus  Christ  bestowed. 

Visit  this  habitation. 

And  make  us  Thine  abode  : 
To  pour  a  mournful  prayer 

Help  our  infirmity. 
And  all  our  souls  prepare. 

Great  God,  to  compass  Thee. 


SPIRIT  OF  SUPPLICATION.  367 

Spirit  of  fiiith,  discover 

To  us  the  Crucified, 
The  sinner's  Friend  and  Lover, 

Who  for  His  haters  died. 
Set  forth  the  Lamb  atoning, 

As  slau^j^htered  in  our  stead, 
And  let  us  hear  Him  groaning. 

And  see  Him  bow  His  head. 

Help  us  to  look  upon  Him 

By  us  transfixt  and  torn. 
The  Lord  of  all  to  own  Him, 

And  o'er  our  Saviour  mourn  ; 
With  tears  of  true  contrition 

Bewail  a  tortured  God, 
And  find  Him  a  Physician 

Who  heals  us  by  His  Blood. 

O  might  we  now  relenting 

Confess  the  Deicide, 
And  while  we  lie  lamenting 

Perceive  His  Blood  applied  ! 
No  longer  let  us  grieve  Him 

Who  joy  to  us  imparts, 
But  lovingly  receive  Him 

Into  our  broken  hearts  I 


368      ENGLISH  HYMNS   OF  \Zth   CENTURY. 


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SPIRIT    OF    LOVE,    RETURN. 


OPIRIT  of  Love,  return 
^^     To  every  troubled  breast, 
And  comfort  us  who  mourn 
For  permanence  of  rest: 

Thou  dost  Thy  mourners'  steps  attend, 
Our  undiscovered  Guide  ; 

But  come,  our  grief  and  sin  to  end, 
And  in  our  hearts  abide. 


With  us  residing  here 

We  know  Thee  now  in  part, 
The  Author  of  our  fear 

And  all  our  hope  Thou  art. 
Thou  often  visitest  Thine  own  : 

But  in  an  hour  or  day 
Our  transitory  Guest  is  gone, 
Our  joy  is  fled  away. 

How  short,  alas,  our  taste 

Of  those  celestial  powers, 
When,  a  few  moments  blest, 
We  know  that  Christ  is  ours. 
That  Christ  hath  quenched  the  wrath  of  God, 

His  Father's  Grace  revealed. 
And  bought  our  pardon  with  His  Blood, 
And  on  our  conscience  sealed. 


FOR  LOVE. 


369 


O  might  we  always  know 
The  Father  reconciled  ! 
Set  up  Thy  throne  below 
In  each  adopted  child  : 
Restore  the  Kingdom  of  Thy  Grace, 

And  fill  us  from  above 
With  purest  joy,  and  perfect  peace, 
And  everlasting  love. 


FOR   LOVE. 


One  of  34  Hymns  for  Love,  apparently  among  Wesley's  latest  writings:   no 
date  is  given  to  them. 

OPIRIT  of  revelation, 

^^     Jehovah,  Thee  we  own  : 

Make  by  Thy  inspiration 

To  us  the  Father  known  : 
Of  Jesus  testifying. 

His  Deity  assert. 
His  Blood  divine  applying 

To  every  longing  heart. 

With  Love  beyond  expression 

Bless  each  expecting  soul, 
And  take  entire  possession 

And  consecrate  the  whole  : 
By  Thy  own  signet  seal  us 

Thy  permanent  abode  ; 

With  all  the  graces  fill  us. 

With  all  the  Life  of  God. 
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370       ENGLISH  HYMNS   OF  \%TH   CENTURY. 


The  Earnest  and  the  Witness, 

Vouchsafe  in  us  to  dwell, 
And  give  the  blissful  meetness 

For  bliss  ineffable  : 
With  heavenly  joy  transported 

We  then  our  course  shall  run. 
By  angel-hosts  escorted 

To  the  eternal  throne. 


JOHN   CENNICK,    1717-1755. 


Teacher  of  John  Wesley's  school  at  Kingswood,  afterwards  associated  with 
Whitefield,  and  finally  a  Moravian.  He  published  six  volumes,  now  very  scarce,  of 
Sacred  Hymtis  for  the  Children  of  God  in  the  Days  of  their  Pilgrimage,  and  for 
the  Use  of  Religious  Societies.  A  few  of  his  hymns  are  familiar,  and  many  of  the 
others  are  not  without  attractions.  He  imitated  Charles  Wesley  largely,  and  had 
some  talent  of  his  own,  though  but  little  taste  or  culture. 


TO    THE   HOLY   GHOST. 


A  WAKE  and  blow,  Thou  purest  Wind, 
Awake  and  blow  on  me  : 
Let  me  Thy  quickening  influence  find, 
And  be  baptized  in  Thee. 

Unveil  Thy  power.  Thy  Grace  unveil. 

And  all  Thy  virtues  show  ; 
With  living  streams  my  spirit  fill. 

In  me  let  rivers  flow. 


AFTER  A    DISPUTE.  37 1 

I  wait  Thy  light ;  O  let  it  be 

A  lantern  to  my  feet ; 
And  lead  me  home  to  reign  with  Thee 

On  Heaven's  eternal  seat. 


HOLY    GHOST,    ANOINTING    DOVE! 

"he  seventh  and  eighth  of  ten  verses  of  "A  Hymn  to  the  Trinity,"  1741. 

HOLY  Ghost,  anointing  Dove, 
Well  of  Life,  and  God  of  Love  ! 
Breath  of  the  almight}^  Sire  ! 
Our  uplifted  hearts  inspire. 

Shed  in  us  Thy  Love  abroad. 
Seal,  O  seal  us  sons  of  God  ; 
Bring  the  Father's  blessing  down  ; 
Thou  the  heirs  of  glory  crown  ! 


AFTER   A   DISPUTE. 


/"^OME,  Holy  Spirit,  heavenly  Guest, 
^-^     Reveal  the  faith  divine  I 
Come  from  Emmanuel's  peaceful  breast. 
In  one  Thy  servants  join  ! 


372       ENGLISH  HYMNS   OF  i8r//    CENTURY. 


Forbid  disputes,  dispel  our  doubts, 
Our  wide  dissension  heal ; 

To  every  servant  of  the  Lord 
Thy  sacred  truths  reveal. 

One  God,  the  Father,  lives  and  reigns 
One  Jesus  Christ  we  know  : 

One  mind  above  the  Church  enjoys, 
So  let  the  flocks  below. 

Then  concord,  peace,  and  holy  love 
Shall  bless  our  golden  days ; 

Then  all  the  fold  in  one  glad  voice 
Shall  sing  our  Maker's  praise  ! 


AT   ADULT   BAPTISM. 


[742. 


"pvESCEND,  celestial  Dove, 
-"-^     In  every  bosom  dwell ; 
Upon  the  present  water  move. 

While  we  the  influence  feel. 


Anoint  with  holy  fire. 

Baptize  with  purging  flames, 
This  soul,  and  with  Thy  Grace  inspire 
In  ceaseless  living  streams. 


AT   THE   OPENING   OF   WORSHIP. 


373 


Thy  heavenly  unction  give, 
Thy  promise,  Lord,  fulfil. 
Give  power  Thy  Spirit  to  receive, 

And  strength  to  do  Thy  Will. 

Thy  ordinance  we  obey ; 
O  meet  us  in  the  same  ! 
And  with  this  water  now  convey 
The  virtues  of  Thy  Name. 

Witness  to  this  Thy  sign 

And  grant  the  inward  grace  ; 
Let  this  Thy  servant,  sealed  for  Thine, 
From  hence  depart  in  peace. 


>je;c 


ROBERT   SEAGRAVE.      Born  1693. 


A  Cambridge  man,  and  clergyman  of  the  English  Church,  from  which  he  with- 
drew about  1739  and  connected  himself  with  Whitefield.  His  Hy7nns  for  Christian 
Worship  appeared  1742  :  among  them  is  "  Rise,  my  soul,  and  stretch  thy  wings." 


AT   THE    OPENING   OF   WORSHIP. 

1VTOW  may  the  Spirit's  holy  Fire, 
^  ^      Descending  from  above, 
His  waiting  family  inspire 

With  joy,  and  peace,  and  love  ! 

Thee  we  the  Comforter  confess  : 
Shouldst  Thou  be  absent  here, 

Our  songs  of  praise  are  vain  address, 
We  utter  heartless  prayer. 


374      ENGLISH  HYMNS  OF  \Zth   CENTURY. 


* 


Drop  as  the  dew  on  tender  grass, 

Or  like  a  shower  abound, 
Vouchsafed  by  Heaven's  indulgent  Grace 

To  glad  the  weary  ground. 

With  unction  consecrate  our  frame 

To  search  the  depths  of  God  : 
Teach  us  to  know  His  Love,  who  came 

By  water  and  by  Blood. 

Wake,  heavenly  Wind,  arise  and  come, 

Blow  on  the  drooping  field  : 
The  plants  and  flowers  shall  breathe  perfume, 

By  Thee  their  incense  yield. 

In  rushing  or  in  gentle  gale 

Pour  forth  Thy  gifts  divine  : 
O'er  darkness,  weakness,  sin  prevail, 

Till  all  we  are  is  Thine. 

Touch  with  a  living  coal  the  lip 
That  shall  proclaim  Thy  Word, 

And  bid  each  awful  hearer  keep 
Attention  to  the  Lord. 

Converts  add  Thou,  delivered  far 

From  falsehood's  specious  guise  : 
Let  Truth  and  Righteousness  appear, 


The 


atter  glory  rise. 


Hasten  the  Restitution-da}^ 

Which  now  corruption  shrouds  ; 

New  heavens  and  new  earth  display. 
With  Jesus  in  the  clouds. 


FOR  AN  AWAKENING.  375 


FOR   AN    AWAKENING. 

/^^OME,  Holy  Spirit,  heavenly  Power, 
^^     Kindly  Thy  quickening  work  begin  ; 
Visit  a  formal,  dead  mankind, 

And  lift  them  from  their  graves  of  sin. 

Amongst  the  tombs  Thy  circuit  take, 
Brinsc  Sinai's  wakenino"  thunders  there. 

Followed  by  Grace's  softer  voice  : 
But  give  the  slumberers  ears  to  hear. 

The  dead  can  ne'er  Thy  praise  advance. 
The  living  shall  Thy  worth  proclaim  : 

Bid  many  rise,  and  they  shall  bless 
With  us  the  great  Redeemer's  Name. 

Rebellious  flinty  hearts  subdue. 
Chase  stubborn  unbelief  away  ; 

Pour  on  the  blind,  that  think  they  see, 
The  sevenfold  light  of  Gospel  day. 

The  deaf,  the  dumb,  restored  by  Thee, 
Shall  soon  the  wondrous  change  confess ; 

Nor  aught  their  future  song  employ    ' 
Save  the  sweet  riches  of  free  Grace  ! 

Even  Thy  own  saints  aw^ait  Thy  power. 
Our  trembling  lamps  ask  fresh  supplies : 

Do  Thou  each  virtuous  light  sustain, 
And  teach  our  feeble  flame  to  rise. 


37 6      ENGLISH  HYMNS  OF  iZrn   CENTURY. 

Faith,  hope,  and  charity  we  ask, 

And  purity  still  more  to  feel : 
Deep  in  our  hearts  Thy  work  engrave, 

And  still  more  deep  the  heavenly  seal. 

Inspire  our  love,  inspire  it  high, 

To  Jesus  our  affections  raise  : 
We  more  would  thank,  we  more  would  bless, 

We  more  would  live  our  Jesu's  praise. 


5>*ic 


WILLIAM   HAMMOND.      Died  17S3. 


A  graduate  of  St.  John's  College,  Cambridge,  and  a  man  of  some  learning;  he 
was  associated  with  John  Cennick,  and  spent  the  best  part  of  his  life  among  the  Cal- 
vinistic  Methodists.  His  Psaltns,  Hymns,  and  Spiritual  Song^s  appeared  1745. 
Some  of  them  are  founded  on  the  Latin,  and  this  one  is  headed 


VENI    CREATOR. 

TTOLY  Spirit,  gently  come, 

-^  -^     Raise  us  from  our  fallen  state  ; 

Fix  Thy  everlasting  home 

In  the  hearts  Thou  didst  create  : 
Gift  of  God  most  high, 

Visit  every  troubled  breast ; 
Light  and  life  and  love  supply, 

Give  our  spirits  perfect  rest. 

Heavenly  unction  from  above. 
Comforter  of  weary  saints, 

Fountain,  Life,  and  Fire  of  Love, 
Hear  and  answer  our  complaints. 


VENI  CREATOR.  377 

Thee  we  humbly  pray, 
Finfjer  of  the  living-  God, 
Now  Thy  sevenfold  Grace  display, 
Shed  our  Saviour's  Love  abroad. 

Now  Thy  quickening  influence  bring, 

On  our  spirits  sweetly  move  ; 
Open  every  mouth  to  sing 

Jesu's  everlasting  Love. 
Lighten  every  heart, 

Drive  our  enemies  away, 
Joy  and  peace  to  us  impart, 

Lead  us  in  the  heavenly  way. 

Take  the  things  of  Christ,  and  show 

What  our  Lord  for  us  hath  done  ; 
May  we  God  the  Father  know 

Only  in  and  through  the  Son. 
Nothing  will  we  fear, 

Though  to  wilds  and  deserts  driven, 
While  we  feel  Thy  presence  near. 

Witnessing  our  sins  forgiven. 

Glory  be  to  God  alone, 

God  whose  Hand  created  all ; 
Glory  be  to  God  the  Son, 

Who  redeemed  us  from  our  fall  : 
To  the  Holy  Ghost 

Equal  praise  and  glory  be. 
When  the  course  of  time  is  lost, 

Lost  in  wide  eternity. 


37^      ENGLISH  HYMNS  OF  iZth  CENTURY. 


PHILIP   DODDRIDGE,   D.D.,    1 702-1 751, 


Pastor  and  teacher  at  Northampton.  His  hymns,  to  the  number  of  374,  were 
first  published  in  1755  by  Job  Orton.  A  larger  and  professedly  more  accurate  edition 
was  issued  in  183S  by  his  grandson,  John  Doddridge  Humphreys. 


THE    LOVE   OF    GOD    SHED    ABROAD    IN    THE 
HEART    BY   THE    SPIRIT. 

Romans  v.  5. 

■pvESCEND,  immortal  Dove, 
•*-^     Spread  Thy  kind  wings  abroad, 
And,  wrapt  in  flames  of  holy  love, 
Bear  all  my  soul  to  God. 

Jesus  my  Lord  reveal 

In  charms  of  Grace  divine,  - 

And  be  Thyself  the  sacred' Seal 
That  Pearl  of  Price  is  mine. 

Behold,  my  heart  expands 
To  catch  the  heavenly  fire  ; 
It  longs  to  feel  the  gentle  bands. 
And  groans  with  strong  desire. 

Thy  Love,  my  God,  appears, 
And  brings  salvation  down,. 
My  cordial  through  this  vale  of  tears, 
In  paradise  my  crown.  ^ 


HEAR,    GRACIOUS  SOVEREIGN.  379 


THE    HEART    PURIFIED    TO    LOVE    UNFEIGNED 
BY  THE    SPIRIT. 

1  Peter  i.  22. 

/"^REAT  Spirit  of  Immortal  Love, 
^-^^      Vouchsafe  our  frozen  hearts  to  move  ; 
With  ardor  strong  these  breasts  inflame 
To  all  that  own  a  Saviour's  name. 

Still  let  the  heavenly  fire  endure 
Fervent  and  vigorous,  true  and  pure  ; 
Let  every  heart  and  every  hand 
Join  in  the  dear  fraternal  band. 

Celestial  Dove,  descend  and  bring 
The  smiling  blessings  on  Thy  wing  ; 
And  make  us  taste  those  sweets  below 
Which  in  the  blissful  mansions  grow. 


SEEKING   TO    GOD    FOR   THE    COMMUNICATION 
OF   HIS    SPIRIT. 

EZEKIEL   XXXvi.    37. 

T  TEAR,  gracious  Sovereign,  from  Thy  throne, 
^  -*-     And  send  Thy  various  blessings  down  : 
While  by  Thine  Israel  Thou  art  sought. 
Attend  the  prayer  Thv  word  hath  taught. 


\8o      ENGLISH  HYMNS   OF   \%th    CENTURY. 

Come,  Sacred  Spirit,  from  above, 
And  lill  the  coldest  heart  with  love  : 
Soften  to  flesh  the  rugged  stone, 
And  let  Thy  godlike  power  be  known. 

Speak  Thou,  and  from  the  haughtiest  eyes 
Shall  floods  of  pious  sorrow  rise  ; 
While  all  their  glowing  souls  are  borne 
To  seek  that  Grace,  which  now  they  scorn. 

O  let  a  holy  flock  await 
Numerous  around  Thy  temple-gate, 
Each  pressing  on  with  zeal  to  be 
A  living  sacrifice  to  Thee. 

In  answer  to  our  fervent  cries, 
Give  us  to  see  Thy  Church  arise  ; 
Or  if  that  blessing  seem  too  great. 
Give  us  to  mourn  its  low  estate. 


THOMAS   RAWSON. 


COMMUNION   WITH   JESUS. 

Mr,  Sedgwick  gives  the  date  of  this  as  1757.  I  take  the  text  from  an  early  edition 
of  Whitefield's  Collection,  where  it  has  the  above  title.  It  is  found  in  several  other 
old  books,  and  seems  to  have  been  popular  among  the  early  Calvinistic  Methodists. 
In  the  Inghamite  Collection,  1756-61,  it  has  a  fourth  verse,  and  several  variations  in 
the  text. 

f^OME,  descend,  O  heavenly  Spirit! 


\^ 


Fan  each  spark  into  a  flame  ; 


COMMUNION   WITH  JESUS. 


381 


Blessings  let  us  now  inherit, 
Blessincrs  that  we  cannot  name. 

Whilst  hosannas  we  are  singing, 
May  our  hearts  in  rapture  move. 

Feel  new  grace  in  them  still  springing, 
Breathe  the  air  of  purest  love. 

Let  us  sail  in  Grace's  ocean, 

Float  on  that  unbounded  sea, 
Guided  into  pure  devotion. 

Kept  from  paths  of  error  free  ; 
On  Thy  Jieavenly  manna  feeding, 

Screened  from  every  envious  foe. 
Love,  O  Love  for  sinners  bleeding. 

All  for  Thee  we  would  forego. 

Keep  us.  Lord,  still  in  communion, 

Daily  nearer  drawn  to  Thee  ; 
Sinking  in  the  sweetest  union 

Of  that  heartfelt  mystery. 
Keep  us  safe  from  each  delusion. 

Well  protected  from  all  harms ; 
Free  from  sin  and  all  confusion, 

Circle  us  within  Thine  arms. 


3^2       ENGLISH  HYMNS   OF  i^TH   CENTURY. 


JOSEPH    HART,    1712-176S. 


Minister  of  Jewin  Street  Independent  Chapel.  In  1759  he  published  119  hymns, 
including  those  here  given :  96  were  added  in  subsequent  editions.  Dr.  Johnson  has 
a  curious  passage,  quoted  by  Belcher  (Historical  Sketches  of  Hymus,  Philadel- 
phia, 1859):  "  I  went  to  church;  and  seeing  a  poor  girl  at  the  Sacrament  in  a  bed- 
gown, I  gave  her  privately  half-a-crown,  though  I  saw  Hart's  hymns  in  her  hand." 


/^OME,  Holy  Spirit,  come, 
^^      Let  Thy  bright  beams  arise  ; 
Dispel  the  darkness  from  our  minds, 
And  open  all  our  eyes. 


Cheer  our  desponding  hearts, 
Thou  heavenly  Paraclete  ; 
Give  us  to  lie,  with  humble  hope, 
At  our  Redeemer's  feet. 

Revive  our  drooping  faith, 

Our  doubts  and  fears  remove  ; 
And  kindle  in  our  breasts  the  flames 
Of  never-dying  love. 

Convince  us  of  our  sin. 

Then  lead  to  Jesus'  Blood  ; 
And  to  our  wondering  view  reveal 
The  secret  Love  of  God. 

Show^  us  that  loving  Man 

That  rules  the  courts  of  bliss, 
The  Lord  of  hosts,  the  mighty  God, 
The  eternal  Prince  of  Peace. 


WHIT-SUXDA  Y.  383 

'Tis  Thine  to  cleanse  the  heart, 
To  sanctity  the  soul, 
To  pour  fresh  life  on  every  part, 
And  new  create  the  whole. 

If  Thou,  celestial  Dove, 
Thine  influence  withdraw. 
What  easy  victims  soon  we  fall 

To  conscience,  wrath,  and  law  ! 

No  longer  burns  our  love  ; 
Our  faith  and  patience  fail ; 
Our  sin  revives,  and  death  and  hell 
Our  feeble  souls  assail. 

Dwell,  theretbre,  in  our  hearts; 
Our  minds  from  bondage  free  ; 
Then  shall  we  know,  and  praise,  and  love 
The  Father,  Son,  and  Thee. 


WHIT-SUNDAY. 

The  three  opening  verses  are  omitted. 

"DLEST  God,  that  once  in  fiery  tongues 
^^     Cam'st  down  in  open  view. 
Come,  visit  every  heart  that  longs 
To  entertain  Thee  too. 

And  though  not  like  a  mighty  wind, 

Nor  with  a  rushing  noise, 
May  we  Thy  calmer  comforts  find. 

And  hear  Thv  still  small  voice. 


384        ENGLISH  HYMNS  OF  i8r//   CENTURY. 

Not  for  the  gift  of  tongues  we  pray, 
Nor  power  the  sick  to  heal ; 

Give  wisdom  to  direct  our  way, 
And  strength  to  do  Thy  Will. 

We  prav  to  be  renewed  within, 

And  reconciled  to  God  ; 
To  have  our  conscience  washed  from  sin 

In  the  Redeemer's  Blood. 

We  prav  to  have  our  faith  incr<^ased ; 

And  O,  celestial  Dove, 
We  prav  to  be  completely  blest 

With  that  rich  blessincr,  love. 


BLEST    SPIRIT   OF    TRUTH. 

T>LEST  Spirit  of  Truth,  eternal  God, 
■^^     Thou  meek  and  lowly  Dove, 
Who  fiU'st  the  soul,  through  Jesus'  Blood. 
With  faith  and  hope  and  love  : 

Who  comfortest  the  heavy  heart 

By  sin  and  sorrow  prest ; 
Who  to  the  dead  canst  life  impart, 

And  to  the  weary  rest : 

Thv  sweet  communion  charms  the  soul, 
And  gives  true  peace  and  joy^ 

While  Satan's  power  cannot  control, 
Nor  all  his  wiles  destroy. 


H 


b 


de:scki\d  from  heaven. 


3S; 


Come  from  the  blissful  realms  above  ; 

Our  longing  breasts  inspire 
With  Thy  soft  flames  of  heavenly  Love, 

And  fan  the  sacred  fire. 

Let  no  false  comfort  lift  us  up 

To  confidence  that's  vain ; 
Nor  let  their  faith  and  courage  droop 

I^^or  whom  the  Lamb  was  slain. 

Breathe  comfort  where  distress  abounds ; 

Make  the  whole  conscience  clean  ; 
And  heal  with  balm  from  Jesus'  wounds 

The  festerincj  sores  of  sin. 

Vanquish  our  lusts  ;  our  pride  remove  ; 

Take  out  the  heart  of  stone  ; 
Show  us  the  Father's  boundless  Love, 

And  merits  of  the  Son. 

The  Father  sent  the  Son  to  die ; 

The  willing  Son  obeyed  ; 
The  Witness  Thou,  to  ratify 

The  purchase  Christ  has  made. 


D 


DESCEND    FROM    HEAVEN. 

ESCEND  from  Heaven,  celestial  Dove ; 
With  flames  of  pure  seraphic  love 
Our  ravished  breasts  inspire  : 


\S6 


ENGLISH  HYMNS  OF  \Zth   CENTURY. 


Fountain  of  joy,  blest  Paraclete  ! 
Warm  our  cold  hearts  with  heavenly  heat, 
And  set  our  souls  on  fire. 

Breathe  on  these  bones,  so  dry  and  dead; 
Thy  sweetest,  softest  influence  shed 

In  all  our  hearts  abroad ; 
Point  out  the  place  where  Grace  abounds ; 
Direct  us  to  the  bleeding  wounds 

Of  our  incarnate  God. 

Conduct,  blest  Guide,  Thy  sinner-train 
To  Calvary,  where  the  Lamb  was  slain. 

And  with  us  there  abide  ; 
Let  us  our  loved  Redeemer  meet, 
Weep  o'er  His  pierced  hands  and  feet. 

And  view  His  wounded  side. 


From  which  pure  Fountain  if  Thou  draw 
Water  to  quench  the  fiery  Law, 

And  Blood  to  purge  our  sin, 
We  *11  tell  the  Father  in  that  Day 
(And  Thou  shalt  witness  what  we  sa\'), 

''  We  're  clean,  just  God,  we  're  clean." 

Teach  us  for  what  to  pray  and  how  : 
And  since,  kind  God,  'tis  only  Thou 

The  Throne  of  Grace  canst  move. 
Pray  Thou  for  us ;  that  we  through  faith 
May  feel  the  efl?ects  of  Jesus'  death , 

Through  faith  that  works  by  love. 


A    rRA]'KR   FOR   GRACE.  3^7 

Thou,  with  the  Feather  and  the  Son, 
Art  that  mysterious  Three  in  One, 

God  blest  for  evermore  ; 
Whom  though  we  cannot  comprehend, 
Feeling  Thou  art  the  sinner's  Friend, 

We  love  Thee  and  adore. 


5>«^C 


WILLIAM   WILLIAMS,    17 17-1791, 


A  celebrated  Welsh  itinerant,  of  the  Calvinistic  jNIethodist  body.  From  his 
Hosannah  to  ike  Son  of  David,  1759.  This,  and  his  Gloria  in  Excelsis.,  1772, 
were  reprinted  by  Mr.  Sedgwick,  1859. 


A   PRAYER    FOR    GRACE. 

r^OME,  Holy  Spirit,  now  descend, 
^^     And  shower  from  above 
Upon  my  dry  and  withered  soul 
Thy  everlasting  Love. 

Reveal  Thy  glories  and  Thy  Grace, 
The  beauties  of  Thy  Name  ; 

Remove  my  sin,  that  heavv  load 
Of  paintul  guilt  and  shame. 

Allure  my  soul  above  the  world, 
Where  vanities  abound  ; 

And  lulled  secure  upon  Thy  breast 
May  I  be  ever  found  ; 


388 


ENGLISH  HYMNS  OF  \Zth   CENTURY. 


Taught  to  be  wise  above  the  wiles 

Of  the  malicious  foe, 
And  trample  on  his  secret  snares 

Wherever  I  may  go. 

Thou,  God,  alone  canst  make  me  strong, 
Thy  Word  can  faith  convey  ; 

When  with  Thy  strength  I  am  endued 
I  '11  never  more  dismav. 


3>*iC 


AUGUSTUS  MONTAGUE  TOPLADY,   1 740-1 77S. 

Vicar  of  Broad  Hembun.',  Devon,  and  author  of  "Rock  of  Ages,"  the  greatest  of 
English  Hymns.  His  Poems  on  Sacred  Subjects  appeared  1759.  The  only  complete 
and  reliable  edition  of  his  hymns  is  that  of  Mr.  Sedgwick,  1S60. 


THE    SPIRIT'S    WITNESS. 

R0M.A.NS  viii.   16. 

"PARNEST  of  future  bliss, 
-'-'     Thee,  Holy  Ghost,  we  hail : 
Fountain  of  holiness 

Whose  comforts  nev^er  fail ; 
The  cleansing  Gift  on  saints  bestowed, 
The  Witness  of  their  peace  with  God. 

With  our  perverseness  here 

How  often  hast  Thou  strove, 
And  spared  us  year  by  year 
With  never-ceasing  Love  ! 
O  set  from  sin  our  spirits  free. 
And  make  us  more  and  more  like  Thee. 


THE   SPIRITS    WITXESS. 

What  wondrous  Grace  is  this, 

For  God  to  dwell  with  men  ! 
Through  Jesus'  Righteousness 
His  favor  we  regain, 
And  feeble  worms,  by  nature  lost, 
Are  temples  of  the  Holy  Ghost. 

Though  Belial's  sons  would  prove 

That  Thou  no  Witness  art, 
Thanks  to  redeeming  Love, 
We  feel  Thee  in  our  heart. 
O  mayst  Thou  still  persist  to  bear 
Thine  inward  testimony  there. 

By  Thee  on  earth  we  know 

Ourselves  in  Christ  Renewed, 
Brought  by  Thy  Grace  into 
The  family  of  God  : 
Of  His  adopting  Love  the  Seal, 
And  faithful  Teacher  of  His  Will. 

Great  Comforter,  descend 

In  gentle  breathings  down  : 
Preserve  us  to  the  end, 

That  no  man  take  our  crown  : 
Our  Guardian  still  vouchsafe  to  be. 
Nor  suffer  us  to  go  from  Thee. 


390 


ENGLISH  HYMNS   OF   i8r//   CENTURY. 


THE    BELIEVER'S   WISH. 

The  last  three  verses  of  a  poem  of  ten,  which  appeared  in  the  Gospel  Magazine^ 
April,  1 77 1. 

L^AIN  would  I  mount,  fain  would  I  glow, 

■^        And  loose  my  cable  from  below  : 

But  I  can  only  spread  my  sail ; 

Thou,  Thou  must  breathe  the  auspicious  gale  ! 

At  anchor  laid,  remote  from  home, 
Toiling  I  cry.  Sweet  Spirit,  come  ! 
Celestial  Breeze,  no  longer  stay. 
But  sw^ell  my  sails,  and  speed  my  w^ay. 

Open  my  heart ;  the  key  is  Thine  : 
My  will  effectually  incline  : 
Possess  a  soul,  that  fain  would  be, 
Lord,  only  intimate  with  Thee. 


)>^c 


SAMUEL   DAVIES,    1724-1761. 

A  native  of  Newcastle,  Delaware,  and  from  1759  President  of  Princeton  College; 
he  held  a  high  place  in  early  American  lite;ature.  His  sermons  were  published  in 
London  by  Dr.  Thomas  Gibbons,  who  also  inserted  Davies'  16  hymns  in  his  own 
volume  of  1769.     This  is  the  best  of  them. 


THE  HOLY  SPIRIT  INVOKED,  AND  HIS  PURI- 
FYING AND  QUICKENING  INFLUENCES  IM- 
PLORED. 

■pTERNAL  Spirit,  Source  of  light, 
-'-^     Enlivening,  consecrating  Fire, 


THE  HOLY  SPIRIT  INVOKED. 


391 


Descend,  and  with  celestial  heat 

Our  dull,  our  frozen  hearts  inspire  ; 
Our  souls  refine,  our  dross  consume  : 
Come,  condescending  Spirit,  come  ! 

In  oui;  cold  breasts  O  strike  a  spark 
Of  the  pure  flame  which  seraphs  feel ; 

Nor  let  us  wander  in  the  dark. 
Or  lie  benumbed  and  stupid  still. 

Come,  vivitving  Spirit,  come, 

And  make  our  hearts  Thy  constant  home. 

Whatever  guilt  and  madness  dare. 

We  would  not  quench  the  heavenly  Fire 

Our  hearts  as  fuel  we  prepare. 

Though  in  the  flame  we  should  expire. 

Our  breasts  expand  to  make  Thee  room  ; 

Come,  purifying  Spirit,  come  ! 

Let  pure  devotion's  fervors  rise  ; 

Let  every  pious  passion  glow  ; 
O  let  the  raptures  of  the  skies 

Kindle  in  our  cold  hearts  below. 
Come,  condescending  Spirit,  come. 
And  make  our  souls  Thy  constant  home. 


39-         EXGLISH  HYMXS  OF  \Zth   CENTURY. 


ELIZABETH    SCOTT. 

Little  is  known  of  this  lady:  Josiah  Miller  supposes  that  she  was  a  sister  of 
Thomas  Scott,  of  Norwich  (the  hymn-writer,  not  the  commentator).  Twenty-one 
hymns  by  her  appeared  in  Ash  and  Evans'  Collection,  1769,  and  fourteen  others  in 
Dobell's  Neiv  Selection,   1S06.      This  is  among  the  latter. 


THE    BIBLE    INDITED    AND    PRESERVED    BY 
THE    SPIRIT. 

ISAI.\H  Xl.  8. 

"Tj^TERXAL  Spirit !  'twas  Thy  Breath 
-"-^     The  Oracles  of  Truth  inspired, 
,  And  kings  and  holy  seers  of  old 

With  strong  prophetic  impulse  tired.  * 

Filled  with  Thy  great  almighty  power, 
Their  lips  with  heavenly  science  flowed ; 

Their  hands  a  thousand  wonders  wrought 
Which  bore  the  sic^nature  of  God. 

With  gladsome  hearts  they  spread  the  news 
Of  pardon  through  a  Saviours  Blood, 

And  to  a  numerous  seeking  crowd 
Marked  out  the  path  to  His  abode. 

The  powers  of  earth  and  hell  in  \  ain 
Against  the  sacred  Word  combine  ; 

Thv  Providence  throucjh  everv  ajj^e 
Securely  guards  the  work  divine. 

Thee,  its  great  Author,  Source  of  Light, 

Thee,  its  Preserver,  we  adore  ; 
And  humbly  ask  a  ray  from  Thee, 

Its  hidden  wonders  to  explore. 


COME,   HOLY  GHOST. 


39. 


JOHN   WILLISON. 


"  Minister  of  the   Gospel   in   Dundee,"  and  author  of  Otte  Hundred  Gospel- 
Hymns^  1767.     The  three  opening  verses  of  the  following  piece  are  omitted. 


/^OME,  Holy  Ghost,  Thou  heavenly  Dove 
^^     Descending  from  above  ; 
Renew  our  souls,  and  fill  our  hearts 
With  precious  faith  and  love. 

We  are  Thy  workmanship  ;  but  sin 

Hath  every  thing  misplaced ; 
Come  o'er  Thy  handiwork  again  : 

Thy  image  is  defaced. 

Create  in  us  all  things  anew, 

Cause  old  things  pass  away  ; 
Our  corrupt  habits  quite  subdue, 

Sin  weaken  every  day. 

Let  David's  house  in  us  grow  strong, 

But  weak  the  house  of  Saul ; 
Let  Satan's  holds  and  all  our  lusts 

Before  God's  Spirit  fall. 


O  kindly  guide  poor  travellers 

Into  the  paths  of  peace. 
And  bring  us  to  our  Father's  house 

Where  sins  and  sorrows  cease. 


m 


ENGLISH  HYMNS  OF  \%th   CENTURY. 


JAMES   NEALE,   M.A. 


*'  Of  Pembroke  Hall,  Cambridge :  late  Head  Master  of  the  Royal  Grammar 
School,  Henly  upon  Thames,  and  Curate  of  Bix  in  the  County  of  Oxford."  His 
Select  Nymfis,  1763,  seem  never  to  have  been  known  or  used.  He  was  connected 
with  the  early  Methodists. 


BREATHE,    DESCENDING    HOLY    SPIRIT. 

"OREATHE,  descending  Holy  Spirit, 
^^  Let  our  bliss 

E'er  be  this, 
'  Thee  to  still  inherit. 

Give  divine  and  blest  communion. 
Knit  in  bands 
Hearts  and  hands 
With  increasino;  union. 


Arm  us  to  the  battle  glorious ; 
Let  us  wield 
In  the  field 
Thy  bright  sword  victorious. 

Let  us  through  Thy  mighty  power 
Glad  fultii 
All  Thy  Will, 
Thou  our  Rock  and  Tower. 

Then  beyond  all  tribulation, 
Happy  we 
Soon  shall  see 
Zion's  great  salvation. 


LONGING  FOR  HOLJNFSS.  395 


ADMIRAL  RICHARD  KEMPENFELT.  171S-1782. 


The  brave  and  blameless  officer  who  went  down  in  "The  Royal  George''  was 
author  of  a  tract  of  twelve  pages,  Origi>inl  Hytnns  and  Poetns,  by  Fhilotlieorus, 
Exeter,  1767:  it  has  been  reprinted  by  Mr.  Sedgwick.  The  two  pieces  which  we 
extract  from  it  —  and  more  especially  the  second  —  perhaps  do  not  strictly  belong 
here  ;  but  their  intrinsic  merit,  added  to  the  interest  derived  from  the  tragic  fate  of 
their  author,  has  turned  the  balance  in  their  favor. 


THE    SOUL  LONGING    FOR    HOLINESS. 

r^ENTLE  Spirit,  waft  me  over 
^^  Jordan's  intervening  flood  ; 
Lead  me  to  the  bleeding  Lover, 

Bear  me  to  the  rest  of  God  ! 
Glad  I  eye  the  rich  possession, 

Land  of  peace  and  perfect  love ; 
Joy,  without  an  intermission, 

Ever  streaming  from  above. 

Raise  me,  Lord,  to  solemn  action  ; 

Breathe  the  energetic  breath  ; 
Crown  me  with  the  true  perfection, 

Previous  to  the  stroke  of  death. 
Now  commence  the  holy  union  ; 

Let  a  living  seeker  prove 
All  the  riches  of  communion. 

All  the  tenderness  of  love. 

O,  my  agonizing  spirit ! 

Thou  shalt  surely  enter  in. 
Pluck  the  fruit  of  Jesu's  merit. 

And  expel  the  poison  Sin. 


596 


EXGLISH  HYMNS   OF   \%th   CENTURY. 


Far  must  all  thy  foes  be  driven, 
Hell's  invaders  forced  to  flee, 

While  the  potent  arm  of  Heaven 
Brings  thee  into  liberty. 

Yes,  through  Jesu's  intercession, 

I  shall  reach  the  fruitful  shore  ; 
There  receive  a  saint's  impression, 

And  be  happy  evermore. 
By  the  force  of  love  attracted. 

Fluttering  spirit,  fly  away  ; 
Jesu  calls  ;  by  Him  directed, 

Gain  the  path  of  perfect  day. 


THE    RAPTURE: 
In  Imitation  of  the  Manner  of  Herbert. 


(One  of  the  finest  rhapsodies  in  our  language.  Part  of  it,  beginning  with  the 
third  verse,  may  be  found  in  the  Plymouth  Collection  (No.  125S)  and  some  other 
hymn-books.) 

TTASTEN,  hasten,  sweetest  Dove, 

"^     Sacred  Sanctifier  ! 
Breathe  the  soul-abasing  love  ; 

Form  the  true  desire  ; 
Clear  the  gloom}^  mists  away  ; 
Tune  the  heart  to  harmony  ; 
Then  we  '11  sing,  and  then  we  '11  pray, 
With  celestial  energy. 


THE  RAPTURE.  307 

Bear  me  on  Thy  rapid  wing, 

Everlasting  Spirit ! 
Where  the  young-eyed  cherubs  sing, 

And  the  saints  inherit 
(Fluttering  round  the  flaming  throne) 
Joys  eternally  their  own  : 
This  the  cry  of  every  one, 
Glory  to  the  incarnate  Son  ! 

Burst,  ye  emerald  gates,  and  bring 

To  my  raptured  vision 
All  the  ecstatic  joys  that  spring 

Round  the  bright  Elysian  : 
Lo  !  we  lift  our  longing  eyes  ; 
Break,  ye  intervening  skies  ! 
Son  of  Righteousness,  arise  ! 
Ope  the  gates  of  Paradise. 

See  !  the  exalted  Son  of  God 

Pours  the  intercession  ! 
Mark  the  sin-atoning  Blood, 

Bend  in  adoration  ! 
Endless  glory  is  secured  ; 
True  perfection  is  restored  ; 
Sinner,  see  !  and  be  assured 
All  thy  wants  in  Jesus  stored. 

Floods  of  everlasting  light 

Freely  flash  before  Him  ; 
Myriads,  w^ith  supreme  delight, 

Instantly  adore  Him  : 


398 


ENGLISH  HYMNS   OF  \Zth   CENTURY. 


Angels'  trumps  resound  His  fame  ; 
Lutes  of  lucid  gold  proclaim 
All  the  music  of  His  Name, 
Heaven  echoincr  the  theme. 


Hark  !  the  thrilling  symphonies 
Seem,  methinks,  to  seize  us  ; 

Join  we  too  the  holy  lays  ; 
Jesus !  Jesus  I  Jesus  I 

Sweetest  sound  in  seraph's  song, 

Sweetest  note  on  mortal's  tono;ue, 

Sweetest  carol  ever  runcj, 

Jesus  I  Jesus  I  flow  along. 

Four  and  twenty  elders  rise 
From  their  princeh'  station  ; 

Shout  His  glorious  victories  ; 
Sing  the  great  salvation  : 

Cast  their  crowns  before  His  throne, 

Cry  in  reverential  tone, 

Holy  !  Holy  !  holy  One  ! 

T'  whom  be  endless  praise  alone. 

Martyrs  in  a  grand  array 

Circle  the  Redeemer  ; 
Now  their  crimson  banners  play 

Near  the  imperial  streamer ; 
And  before  His  pierced  feet 
Down  they  cast  the  coronet. 
Ruby  wreath  superbly  set 
With  the  dazzling  saphiret. 


BAPTISMAL.  399 


High  ascend  the  mingling  throngs, 

Filled  witli  heavenl}'  fire  ; 
Raise,  believers  !   raise  your  songs  ; 

Join  the  sacred  choir. 
Soon  in  yonder  faith-viewed  plain, 
Ye  shall  shout  in  rapturous  strain, 
Free  from  sin,  and  free  from  pain, 
While  eternal  ao^es  reio'n. 


>J«<c 


JOHN   FELLOWS. 

A  Baptist  shoemaker  of  Birmingham,  author  of  various  books  in  verse  and  prose. 
These  are  from  his  Hymns  on  Believers'  Baptism,  1773.  The  extravagant  statements 
in  vv.  3  and  4  are  of  course  made  from  a  sectarian  standpoint. 

Matthew  iii.   16,  17. 

npvESCEND,  celestial  Dove, 
■^-^^     And  make  Thy  presence  known  ; 
Reveal  our  Saviour's  Love, 
And  seal  us  for  Thine  own. 
Our  works  are  vain, 
Unblest  by  Thee, 
Nor  e'er  can  we 
Acceptance  gain. 

When  Heaven's  incarnate  God, 
The  sovereign  Prince  of  Light, 

In  Jordan's  swelling  flood 
Received  the  holv  rite  ; 


400      ENGLISH  HYMNS  OF  i%th   CENTURY. 

Thy  form  came  down 
In  open  view, 
And  dove-like  flew 

The  King  to  crown. 

The  day  was  never  known 

Since  Time  began  his  race, 
In  which  such  glory  shone, 

Or  which  obtained  such  grace. 
As  that  which  shed 
In  Jordan's  stream 
Thy  heavenly  beam 
On  Jesus'  head. 

There  never  was  a  deed 

Thus  honored  from  above : 
Father  and  Son  agreed 
With  the  celestial  Dove, 
To  crown  the  rite 
With  equal  rays 
In  boundless  blaze 
And  floods  of  light. 

Continue  still  to  shine 

And  fill  us  with  Thy  fire  : 
This  ordinance  is  Thine, 
And  Thou  our  souls  inspire. 
Thou  wilt  attend 
On  all  Thy  sons 
(Thy  promise  runs) 
Till  time  shall  end. 


INVOCATION.  401 

Baptized  into  Christ, 

Lord,  we  our  tribute  bring 
To  Thee,  our  Prophet,  Priest, 
And  our  exaUed  King  : 
On  Thee  we  call  : 
O  deign  to  bless  ! 
Thee  we  confess, 
Our  All  in  all. 


THE    INVOCATION. 

Romans  viii    9. 

T)  LEST  Harbinger  of  future  joys, 
^^  Immortal  Herald  of  the  skies. 
Great  Partner  of  the  eternal  throne. 
Descend,  and  make  Thy  presence  known. 

Shine  on  our  souls,  eternal  God, 
And  take  amongst  us  Thine  abode  : 
Why  shouldst  Thou  at  a  distance  stand, 
Or  be  a  stranger  in  our  land? 

Whatever  to  our  Lord  belongs 
Is  always  worthy  of  our  songs  ; 
And  all  Thy  works,  and  all  Thy  ways 
Demand  our  w^onder  and  our  praise. 

But  are  we  not  w^ithout  Thy  Grace 
Cold  as  the  stream  through  w^hich  we  pass? 
Our  hearts  attempt  Thy  praise  in  vain, 
Nor  can  our  w^orks  acceptance  gain. 
26 


402       ENGLISH  HYMNS  OF  \Zth   CENTURY. 


If  Thou  refuse  to  aid  our  songs, 
Thy  praises  falter  on  our  tongues ; 
The  chariot  of  our  love  stands  still, 
Or  heavil}'  drives  up  the  hill. 

But  when  Thy  cheering  beams  inspire 
These  lifeless  souls  with  heavenly  iire, 
Our  rapid  wheels  outstrip  the  wind, 
And  leave  earth's  empty  toys  behind. 

O  touch  our  lips,  eternal  King, 
While  of  Thy  sovereign  Will  we  sing  ! 
We  languish,  if  Thou  cease  to  shine  ; 
For  all  our  songs  and  joys  are  Thine. 


3>^C 


ANONYMOUS. 


From  the  "Foundling  Hospital  Collection,"  1775.  Long  overlooked,  this  hymn, 
more  or  less  altered,  is  now  in  nearly  general  use.  Compare  the  revised  text  in 
Hymns  Ancient  and  Modern. 


WHIT-SUNDAY. 


OPIRIT  of  mercy,  truth,  and  love, 
^^     Shed  Thy  blest  influence  from  above. 
And  still  from  age  to  age  convey 
The  wonders  of  this  sacred  day. 

In  every  clime,  in  every  tongue. 
Be  God's  eternal  praises  sung  : 
Throuo;h  all  the  listenin^i^  earth  be  taucrht 
The  acts  our  great  Redeemer  wrought. 


GRACIOUS  SPIRIT,   DOVE   DIVINE! 


4'=>3 


Unfailing-  Comfort,  Heavenly  Guide, 
Over  Thy  favored  Church  preside  ; 
Still  rnay  mankind  Thy  blessings  prove, 
Spirit  of  mercy,  truth,  and  love. 


3>iKC 


JOHN   STOCKER. 


He  was  of  Honiton,  Devon,  and  nothing  more  is  known  of  liini.  His  nine  hymns 
were  reprinted  by  Mr.  Sedgwick  in  i86i  :  they  originally  appeared  in  the  Gospel 
Magazine,  this  one  in  July,   1777. 


/GRACIOUS  Spirit,  Dove  divine! 
^-^      Let  Thy  light  within  me  shine 
All  my  guilty  fears  remove, 
Fill  me  full  of  heaven  and  love. 

Speak  Thy  pardoning  Grace  to  me. 
Set  the  burdened  sinner  free  : 
Lead  me  to  the  Lamb  of  God, 
Wash  me  in  His  precious  Blood. 

Life  and  peace  to  me  impart ; 
Seal  salvation  on  my  heart ; 
Breathe  Thyself  into  my  breast. 
Earnest  of  immortal  rest. 

Let  me  never  from  Thee  stray. 
Keep  me  in  the  narrow  way  : 
Fill  my  soul  with  joy  divine. 
Keep  me.  Lord,  for  ever  Thine. 


4^4    ENGLISH  HYMNS   OF  iZth   CENTURY. 


Guard  me  round  on  every  side  ; 
Save  me  from  self-righteous  pride : 
Me  with  Jesu's  mind  inspire  ; 
Melt  me  with  celestial  fire. 

Thou  my  dross  and  tin  consume  ; 
Let  Thy  inward  kingdom  come  : 
All  my  prayer  and  praise  suggest ; 
Dwell  and  reign  within  my  breast. 


>>*^.c 


JONATHAN   EVANS,    1 749-1 809. 


Independent  minister  at  Foleshill,  near    Coventry.      From   George  Burder's 
Supplement  to  Watts,  1784. 


/^^OME,  Thou  soul-transforming  Spirit ! 
^^     Bless  the  sower  and  the  seed  ; 
Let  each  heart  Thy  Grace  inherit ; 

Raise  the  weak,  the  hungry  feed  : 
From  the  Gospel 

Now  supply  Thy  people's  need. 

O  may  all  enjoy  the  blessing 

Which  Thy  Word  's  designed  to  give  ! 
Let  us  all.  Thy  Love  possessing, 

Joyfully  the  Truth  receive  ; 
And  for  ever 

To  Thy  praise  and  glory  live. 


THOU  SOURCE   OF  ALL    VIGOR   DIVINE.      405 


JOHN   RYLAXD,    D.D.,    1753-1825. 


An   eminent   Baptist  minister  at  Bristol.      His  hymns  have  been  collected  by 
Mr.  Sedgwick,  1862.      This  one  was  wTitten  in  1786. 


nr^HOU  Source  of  all  vigor  divine, 

Sweet  Spirit  of  life  and  of  love, 
How  long  shall  I  languish  and  pine. 
And  when  Thy  full  influence  prove? 

So  far  Thou  hast  quickened  my  heart, 
It  now  its  own  hardness  can  feel  : 

When  wilt  Thou  more  softness  impart, 
x\nd  turn  it  like  wax  to  Thy  seal  ? 

I  trust  I  oft  feel  in  my  breast 
Some  spark  of  celestial  fire  : 

Without  Thee  my  soul  cannot  rest ; 
No  creature  can  fill  my  desire. 

My  deadness  and  coldness  I  hate  : 

I  loner  to  be  all  on  a  flame 
With  love  that  shall  never  abate, 

But  rise  to  the  skies  whence  it  came. 

Lord,  cause  my  cold  bosom  to  glow. 
From  odious  lukewarmness  set  free  ; 

Invincible  ardor  bestow, 

And  make  me  all  active  for  Thee. 


406      EXGLISH  HVM.VS  OF  i8r//   CEXTURV. 


SAMUEL   MEDLEY,    173S-1799. 


Baptist  minister  at  Liverpool,  and  author  of  232  hymns,  77  of  which,  including 
this,  appeared  as  a  'Second  Edition,  Enlarged,"  in  17S9.  The  confusion  of  thought 
here  apparent  is  often  found  among  writers  of  the  last  centurj',  when  they  touch  the 
unfamiliar  doctrine  of  the  Holv  Ghost. 


THE    SPIRIT    AND    GRACE    OF    PRAYER. 


"rpTERNAL  Spirit,  mighty  Lord  ! 
^-^      Jehovah  is  Thy  name  : 
Thy  glories  here  will  we  record 
And  sincT  Thv  wondrous  fame. 

'Twas  Thv  almicrhtv  Power  and  Love 
Which  called  our  souls  from  death  : 

O  raise  our  hearts  to  Thee  above 
In  praise,  while  we  have  breath. 

Of  heavenly  Love  Thou  art  the  Pledge, 
The  Witness,  and  the  Seal ; 

O  that  in  prayer  when  we  engage 
We  may  their  influence  feel. 

Help  our  infirmities,  we  pray. 

Our  ignorance  remove  : 
O  smile  our  darkness  into  day, 

x\nd  fill  us  with  Thy  Love. 

Our  faint  attempts,  Lord,  kindly  own, 

And  for  us  intercede  : 
Hear  everv  sicfh  and  everv  fjroan 

Which  from  our  hearts  proceed. 


DA  V  OF  PENTECOST.  407 

View  every  pained,  throbbing  heart 

That  would,  but  cannot  pray  ; 
Thy  gracious  liberty  impart 

To  teach  them  what  to  say. 

Great  Searcher  of  the  heart !  to  Thee 

Let  every  groan  ascend  ; 
Thou  know'st  the  Spirit's  mind,  and  we 

Upon  His  help  depend. 

He  intercedes  for  every  saint 

According  to  Thy  Will ; 
True  praying  souls  shall  never  faint, 

For  He  is  with  them  still. 


THOMAS   HAWEIS,   LL.B.,   M.D.,    1732-1S20. 

Rector  of  All  Saints,  Aldwinkle,  Northamptonshire,  and  Chaplain  to  the  Countess 
of  Huntingdon:  author  of  several  prose  works,  and  of  Carvtina  Christo,  or  Hymns  to 
the  Saviour^  1792. 

DAY    of;    PENTECOST. 
/^^REAT  Spirit,  by  whose  mighty  power 


All  creatures  live  and  move, 


On  us  Thy  benediction  shower. 
Inspire  our  souls  with  love. 

Hail,  Source  of  light  I   arise  and  shine, 
Darkness  and  doubt  dispel : 

Give  peace  and  joy,  for  we  are  Thine ; 
In  us  for  ever  dwell. 


408       ENGLISH  HYMXS   OF   \Zth   CEXTURY. 


From  death  to  life  our  spirits  raise, 
Complete  redemption  bring  : 

New  tongues  impart,  to  speak  the  praise 
Of  Christ  our  God  and  King. 

Thine  inward  witness  bear,  unknown 

To  all  the  world  beside  : 
Exulting  then  we  feel  and  own 

Our  Jesus  glorified. 


2  Thessaloxians  iii.  5. 


OPIRIT  of  God  and  glory,  send 
^^^^     Thine  influence  from  above  ; 
Reveal  in  us  the  sinner's  Friend, 
And  shed  abroad  His  Love. 

Direct  our  hearts  with  power  divine 
To  know  the  Father's  Grace, 

And  open  all  His  great  design 
To  save  our  wretched  race. 

Of  things  unseen  the  evidence  give, 

Rejoicing  in  Thy  light ; 
May  we  in  hope's  assurance  live 

By  faith,  and  not  by  sight. 

To  suffer  or  to  serve  our  Lord 

With  patience  persevere, 
Till  we,  according  to  His  word. 

With  Him  in  Heaven  appear. 


THE    WORK   OF   TIIK   SPIRIT. 


409 


Ephesians  iv.  15. 

OPIRIT  of  power,  descend, 
^^     And  dwell  in  every  breast ; 
Reveal  in  us  the  sinner's  Friend, 
And  bring  the  promised  rest. 

His  blest  new  name  impart. 
Which  the  world  cannot  know. 
And  stamp  His  image  on  our  heart, 
That  like  Him  we  may  grow. 

His  tender  Love  inspire. 
His  lowliness  of  mind  ; 
His  patience,  truth,  and  holy  fire 
Of  zeal,  with  meekness  joined. 

Thus  still  from  grace  to  grace 
Advancing  as  we  go. 
Bring  us  to  see  the  Saviour's  face, 
And  share  His  glory  too. 


MARIA   FRANCES   COWPER,    1 727-1 797. 

Daughter  of  Colonel  Madan  of  the  Guards,  sister  of  Martin  Madan,  wife  of 
Major  Cowper,  and  cousin  of  the  poet :  author  of  Original  Poevts,  on  vario7is  Occa- 
sions, by  a  Lady.  Revised  by  William  Coivper.,  Esq.  1792.  This  little  book, 
whicli  was  reprinted  in  Philadelphia  1793,  and  once  or  twice  in  England,  is  now  nearly 
unknown,  though  it  possesses  considerable  merit  in  the  way  both  of  poetry  and  of 
devotion. 

THE   WORK   OF    THE    SPIRIT. 

HTHOU  Spirit  of  eternal  Truth, 
-^        Thou  to  whose  only  power 
My  soul  can  look  for  faith  and  hope 
In  every  trying  hour  ; 


4IO      ENGLISH  HYMNS  OF  \Zth   CENTURY. 


O  work  in  me  to  will  and  do 
The  thing  that  pleaseth  Thee  : 

For  in  myself  no  good  I  know, 
But  sore  depravity. 

Thou  Spirit  of  consummate  Grace, 

Fountain  of  Love  divine, 
Autlior  of  heavenly  blessedness, 

Come,  fill  this  heart  of  mine. 
Jesus,  Thou  everlasting  Strength  ! 

My  only  Refuge,  God  ! 
Behold  Thy  willing  servant  bow 

Beneath  Thv  chasteninor  rod. 

Weak  and  unstable  as  I  am. 

Thy  w^illing  servant  made, 
Boldly  Thy  promises  I  claim. 

Through  covenant  Love  conveyed. 
Almighty  Power  !  defend  my  heart. 

Its  inmost  thoughts  control ; 
Let  not  the  faithless  world  have  part, 

Do  Thou  possess  the  whole. 

Abate  my  pride,  restrain  my  will. 

My  unbelief  subdue  : 
Cleanse  me  from  every  secret  ill, 

And  all  my  powers  renew. 
According  to  Thy  richest  Grace, 

My  life  iVom  sin  secure. 
And  lead  me  in  Thy  steadfastness 

To  joys  for  ever  pure. 


THE  RETROSPECT.  411 


THE  RETROSPECT. 

/^^OME,  Holy  Spirit,  Love  divine, 
^^     Thy  cleansing  power  impart ; 
Each  erring  thought  and  wish  refine. 

That  wanders  near  my  heart. 
There  let  Thy  quickening  breezes  blow, 

Thine  influences  be 
Such  as  revive  Thy  hidden  ones, 

And  lift  their  souls  to  Thee. 

Through  darkening  rains  and  threatening  storms 

My  little  bark  doth  ride  : 
O  save  me  from  the  fatal  wreck 

Of  sin's  devouring  tide. 
By  past  corrections  humbled  still. 

Let  no  vain  passion  start 
Within  the  consecrated  veil 

Of  a  believer's  heart. 

Oft  hast  Thou  cast  me  to  the  ground, 

O'erwhelmed  with  grief  and  pain  ; 
Yet  hath  Thy  pitying  hand  restored 

And  led  me  forth  again ; 
Forth  from  the  shade  of  sullen  woe. 

From  darkness  and  dismay, 
And  o'er  my  anguish  poured  the  sweet 

Consolatory  ray. 

O  Lord,  how  mingled  was  Thy  Love 

In  all  my  deep  distress  ! 
Thou  gav'st  the  knowledge  of  Thy  Word, 

That  gift  of  sovereign  Grace. 


412        ENGLISH  HYMNS  OF  \Zth   CENTURY. 

And  shall  my  peevish  heart  regret 

The  momentary  pain 
That  follows  on  departed  joys 

In  life's  contracted  span? 

Time's  little  inch,  that  steals  away 

With  every  fleeting  breath, 
And  points  to  an  eternity 

Beyond  the  reach  of  Death. 
Enough,  my  soul,  enough  of  Time, 

And  Time's  uncertain  things  ; 
Farewell  that  busy  hive,  the  world, 

And  all  its  thousand  stings. 

As  feathers  on  the  passing  stream 

Our  earthly  pleasures  move, 
And  transient  as  the  evening  beam 

That  gilds  the  verdant  grove. 
To  other  climes,  to  other  skies, 

My  lifted  soul  aspires ; 
Thither  my  wandering  thoughts  ascend. 

And  all  my  best  desires. 

Awhile  I  strive,  awhile  I  mourn, 

Midst  thorns  and  briers  here ; 
But  God  vouchsafes  with  Love  divine 

My  drooping  heart  to  cheer. 
Though  meaner  than  the  meanest  saint, 

My  heavenly  Guide  I  see ; 
I  hear  a  voice  behind  me  say 

That  Jesus  died  for  me. 


INVOCA  TION. 


BENJAMIN   BEDDOME,    1717-1795, 


Baptist  minister  at  Bourton,  Gloucestershire,  for  over  half  a  century.  His  hymns, 
to  the  number  of  830,  were  published  in  1818,  with  a  recommendation  from  Robert 
Hall :  they  have  been  praised  by  James  Montgomery. 


INVOCATION. 


/^"^OME,  Holy  Spirit,  come, 


^ 


With  energy  divine, 


And  on  this  poor  benighted  soul 
With  beams  of  mercy  shine. 

From  the  celestial  hills 

Light,  life,  and  jo}^  dispense  ; 
And  may  I  daily,  hourly  feel 
Thy  quickening  influence. 

O  melt  this  frozen  heart. 
This  stubborn  will  subdue  ; 
Each  evil  passion  overcome, 
And  form  me  all  anew. 

The  profit  will  be  mine. 

But  Thine  shall  be  the  praise ; 
Cheerful  to  Thee  will  I  devote 
The  remnant  of  my  days. 


4H 


ENGLISH  HYMNS   OF  i^Tii   CENTURY. 


TEACHINGS    OF    THE   ^PIRIT. 

Dr.  Rogers,  in  his  Lyra  Britannica,  gives  what  purports  to  be  the  original  text 
;i  very  inferior  one  —  of  this,  and  says  it  was  revised  by  another  hand. 

/^^OME,  blessed  Spirit,  Source  of  light, 
^-^     Whose  Power  and  Grace  are  unconfined  ; 
Dispel  the  gloom}'  shades  of  night, 
The  thicker  darkness  of  the  mind. 

To  mine  illumined  eyes  display 

The  glorious  truths  Thy  Word  reveals ; 

Cause  me  to  run  the  heavenly  way  ; 
The  Book  unfold,  and  loose  the  seals. 

Thine  inward  teachings  make  me  know 
The  mysteries  of  Redeeming  Love, 

The  emptiness  of  things  below, 
And  excellence  of  things  above. 

While  throucrh  this  dubious  maze  I  stray. 
Spread,  like  the  sun.  Thy  beams  abroad, 

To  show  the  dangers  of  the  way, 
And  guide  my  feeble  steps  to  God. 


RENEWING    INFLUENCE. 

"PTERNAL  Spirit,  Source  of  good, 
"^^     Too  little  known  or  understood, 
Thy  saving  gifts  to  us  dispense. 
And  bless  us  with  Thine  influence. 


# 


GRIEVE  NOT   THE  SPIRIT  415 

Form  every  faculty  anew, 
Our  lusts  restrain,  our  hearts  subdue  ; 
Our  fears  suppress,  our  guilt  remove, 
Inspire  with  zeal,  enflame  with  love. 

Let  all  our  powers  to  Thee  submit. 

And  bow  adoring  at  Thy  feet ; 

Thy  holy  light  may  we  receive, 

And  mourn  whene'er  Thyself  we  grieve. 

Thus  will  we  bless  Thy  name,  O  Lord, 
And  Thine  efficient  Grace  record  ; 
Thou  with  the  Father  and  the  Son 
Art  One  in  Three  and  Three  in  One. 


GRIEVE    NOT    THE    SPIRIT. 

1\ /FY  faith  is  weak,  my  foes  are  strong, 
■*-      My  wandering  heart  with  anguish 
pained  : 

Celestial  Dove,  where  art  Thou  fled, 
Since  I  Thine  influence  restrained? 

O  come  again  and  ease  my  heart ; 

There  dwell,  and  never  thence  depart. 

Teach  me  Thy  sovereign  will  to  know, 
From  paths  of  folly  to  return  ; 

O  let  me  never  grieve  Thee  more. 

Nor  ever  hence  Thine  absence  mourn. 

Come  then,  celestial  Dove,  impart 

Thy  sacred  peace  to  soothe  my  heart. 


4i6 


EXGLISH  HVMXS   OF  i8/v/   CENTURY. 


Vouchsafe,  in  answer  to  my  praver, 
To  form  my  inward  powers  anew  ; 

Confirm  my  faith,  my  fears  dispel, 

And  guide  me  all  my  journey  through. 

Come  then,  celestial  Spirit,  come, 

And  lead  a  lonely  pilgrim  home. 


)>«^00- 


SAMUEL   PATTISON. 

Author  of  Original  Poems,  chiefly  on  Sublime  Subjects;  published  iSoi,  but 
apparently  prepared  for  the  press  in  1 792  :  a  curious  volume,  with  a  singularly  humor- 
ous preface.  Our  extracts  are  taken  from  a  poem  in  33  Odes  (covering  57  pages)  on 
the  Te  Deum. :  they  are  the  Sth  and  17th. 

TO    GOD    THE   HOLY   GHOST. 

I  i^RE  Nature,  lovely  child,  arose, 
-'-^     With  all  her  ample  spheres, 
Thou  didst  with  Deity  repose, 
And  know  coequal  years. 

Thine  auj-encv  the  Godhead  souofht, 
When  Wisdom  formed  the  plan 

To  rear  creation  out  of  naught. 
Or  rescue  prisoned  man. 

And  from  the  everlasting  throne 
Thy  dove-formed  radiance  flew, 

Making  its  power  omnific  known 
To  all  the  ethereal  view. 

Primeval  horrors  felt  Thy  glade 

Enter  their  central  gloom  ; 
And  downs,  with  all  their  charms  arrayed, 

Immerged  from  the  hideous  womb. 


HOLY  GHOSI\    TIIK    COMFORTER: 

We  celebrate  Thee,  Liijht  of  Lifjht ! 

By  whom  the  prophets  told 
Of  Israel's  freedom  from  the  weight 

Of  Babel's  yoke  of  old. 

Both  Jew  and  Gentile,  seer  and  sage. 

Drank  in  their  moral  day, 
Of  every  clime  and  every  age, 

From  Thy  inspiring  ray. 

But  O,  the  effulgence  Zion  boasts  ! 

With  matchless  glow  she  flames  ; 
Brightened  with  glory  are  her  coasts 

Of  rich  immortal  beams  : 

While  every  member  honored  is 

With  Thy  renewing  power. 
And  Thee  their  Pledge  of  deathless  bliss 

Their  grateful  souls  adore. 

Hail,  Thou  irradiating  Fire 

From  the  eternal  Sun  I 
Through  every  host  and  heavenly  choir 

Thy  boundless  praises  run. 


ALSO    THE    HOLY   GHOST,    THE    COMFORTER. 

TTOLY  Ghost,  the  Comforter, 

Thee  the  sons  of  light  revere ; 
Own  the  Paraclete  alone, 
Hail  Thee  welcome  to  Thv  throne. 


4i8 


EAGLISH  HVMXS   OF   iZth   CENTURY. 


Every  humble  patient  breast, 
or  sweet  charity  possest, 
Is  the  throne  of  Deity, 
Is  a  temple,  Lord,  for  Thee. 

Poor  your  state,  ye  splendid  domes, 
If  in  you  He  never  homes  : 
Solemn  piles  are  reared  in  vain. 
If  His  Grace  no  glories  gain. 

Softening  as  Spring's  genial  showers 
Are  the  dews  He  sweetly  pours  : 
Grateful  for  the  drops  benign, 
Meekened  spirits  drink  them  in. 

Culture  sacred  they  receive, 
By  His  emanations  live  ; 
Down  in  holy  tempers  shoot, 
Upwards  bear  celestial  fruit. 

While  His  fragrant  breezes  blow, 
Fan  the  cedars  as  they  grow. 
Till  they  gain  their  perfect  rise, 
Gladsome  both  to  earth  and  skies. 

Holy  Ghost,  the  Comforter, 
Thee  the  sons  of  Heaven  revere ; 
As  One  of  the  eternal  Three, 
Praise,  adore,  and  worship  Thee. 


COME.    HOLY  GHOST. 


419 


RICHARD   BURNHAM,    1 749-1 S 10. 

A  London  Baptist  minister.      From  his  Hyiutts,  1796. 

T  TOLY  Spirit,  now  descend  ! 
-*■  -*-     Now  reveal  the  dying  Friend  : 
Give  the  Christ-endearing  light, 
Peace,  and  joy,  and  vast  delight. 

Come,  Thou  sweetest,  purest  Dove  ! 
Blow  up  all  the  fire  of  love  : 
Love  victorious  may  we  feel. 
Love  that  conquers  party  zeal : 

Love  that  frees  from  vile  restraint. 
Kindly  smiles  on  every  saint, 
Runs  through  all  the  shining  road. 
Grasps  a  world,  and  flies  to  God. 


>>e^.c 


ANONYMOUS. 


From    the    Gospel  Magazine;    reprinted    in    Thomas    Humphreys'    Collection^ 
Bristol,'*!  79S. 


/^^OME,  Holy  Ghost,  and  warm  my  heart 


Thy  animating  power  impart. 


Sweet  dawn  of  life  divine  : 
'Tis  Jesu's  Love  alone  can  give 
The  power  to  rise,  the  power  to  live  ; 

Eternal  Life  is  Thine. 


4-0        EXGLISH   HYMXS   OF   iSr//    CEXTURY. 

If  in  my  heart  Thy  heavenly  day 
Has  e'er  diffused  its  vital  ray, 

I  bless  the  smiling  dawn  : 
But  O,  when  gloomy  clouds  arise 
And  veil  Thy  glory  from  mine  eyes, 

I  mourn  my  joys  withdrawn. 

Then  faith  and  hope  and  love  decay ; 
Without  Thy  lite-inspiring  rav 

Each  cheerful  grace  declines  : 
Yet  I  must  live  on  Thee,  my  Lord, 
For  still  in  Thy  unchanging  Word 

A  beam  of  comfort  shines. 

The  vital  principle  within. 

Though  ot't  deprest  with  tear  and  sin, 

Can  never  cease  to  be  ; 
Though  doubt  prevails,  and  grief  complains. 
Thy  Hand  omnipotent  sustains 

The  lite  derived  from  Thee. 

O  come.  Thou  Lite  of  everv  grace, 
Reveal,  reveal  Thy  lovelv  tace  ; 

These  gloomy  clouds  remove. 
And  bid  mv  f<iinting  hope  arise 
To  Thv  lair  mansions  in  the  skies 

On  wings  of  faith  and  love. 

There  Lite  divine  no  languor  knows. 
But  with  immortal  vigor  glows, 

Bv  jovs  immortal  fed  : 
No  cloud  can  spread  a  moment's  night. 
For  there  Thv  smiles  immense  deliiiht 

And  boundless  glory  shed. 


HAIL,   HOLY  SPIRIT!  421 


SIMON   BROWNE,    1720. 


This  piece  was  overlooked  in  its  proper  place,  which  should  be  after  Browne's 
other  hymn  on  pp.  318-19.     It  is  a  fine  sample  of  the  theological  thought  of  that  day. 


T  TAIL,  Holy  Spirit,  bright  immortal  Dove  ! 

^     Great  Spring- of  light,  of  purity  and  love; 
Proceeding  from  the  Father  and  the  Son, 
Distinct  from  Both,  and  yet  with  Both  but  One. 

By  Thv  prolific  influence  empty  space 
Grew  fruitful,  and  old  Chaos  changed  its  face  • 
Upon  the  wasteful  deep  Thou  didst  but  move, 
And  Life  and  Light  straight  through  the  fluid  strove. 

When  'twas  foreseen  that  man  would  soon  rebel. 
And  yet  decreed  to  save  the  wretch  from  hell, 
Thou  didst  in  the  eternal  consult  join, 
And  freely  bear  a  part  in  that  design. 

How  dim  and  faded  did  the  apostate  look, 
How^  changed  his  nature,  when  he  God  forsook  ! 
How  did  his  glory  wane,  his  life  decay, 
And  all  his  native  beauty  fade  away  ! 


Before,  he  shone  with  heavenly  lustre  bright. 
Bore  God's  own  image,  and  was  His  delight : 
Basked  in  His  smiles,  and  on  His  Love  did  feast, 
And  settled  in  Him  as  his  central  Rest. 


42  2         ENGLISH  HYMNS   OF   \%tii   CENTURY, 

But  ah,  what  waste  the  invader  Sin  has  made  ! 
His  lustre's  lost,  his  mind  involved  in  shade  : 
His  God  is  gone,  the  very  man  is  dead, 
And  in  his  room  the  brute  erects  his  head. 

Dusky  and  callous  all  his  mind  is  <n-own. 
Dark  as  the  grave,  and  hard  as  any  stone ; 
Insensible  to  things  divine  become, 
Stained  all  with  guilt  and  thick  impervious  gloom. 

But,  Lord,  from  Thee  one  kind  and  quickening  ray 
Will  pierce  the  gloom,  and  re-enkindle  day  ; 
'Twill  waken  all  the  primogenial  fire. 
Revive  the  man,  and  Life  divine  inspire. 

Thy  secret  energy  diffused  within 
Will  purify  the  soul,  and  purge  out  sin  ; 
'Twill  w^arm  the  frozen  heart  with  love  divine. 
And  with  its  Maker's  image  make  it  shine. 

O  shed  Thine  influence,  and  Thy  power  exert. 
Clear  my  dark  mind,  and  thaw  my  icy  heart; 
Pour  on  my  drowsy  soul  celestial  day, 
And  heavenly  Life  to  all  its  powers  convey. 

Say  but  the  powerful  word,  and  'twill  bj  done  : 
Soon  shall  I  put  my  Maker's  image  on, 
And  shine  again  with  His  resemblance  bright, 
Enjoy  His  favor  and  be  His  delight. 

The  brute  in  me  shall  die,  and  in  its  stead 
The  man  revive,  and  lift  again  his  head  : 
God  reconciled  shall  to  my  breast  return. 
And  all  my  soul  with  strong  devotion  burn. 


ENGLISH    HYMNS 


NINETEENTH      CENTURY. 


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HOLY  SPIRIT  of  Grace,  be  Thou  my  Wisdom,  to  teach 
me  my  faith  ;  my  Understanding,  to  teach  me  my  duty  ; 
my  Counsel,  in  all  my  doubts  ;  my  Strength,  against  all  tempta- 
tions ;  my  Knowledge,  in  what  belongs  to  the  state  of  life  to 
which  I  am  called  ;  my  Godliness,  in  all  my  actions  ;  my  Fear, 
all  the  day  long :  that  Thou  mayst  be  my  Comfort  at  the  last, 
and  my  Bliss  for  ever.      Amen. 


ENGLISH    HYMNS    OF   THE   NINE- 
TEENTH   CENTURY. 


BASIL  WOODD,    1 760-1 831. 

Morning  preacher  at  Bentinck  Chapel,  Marylebone,  and  rector  of  Drayton- 
Beaucliamp,  Buckinghamsliire.  His  AVw  Metrical  Version  of  the  Psalms,  ivith  an 
Appendix  of  Hytniis,  appeared  in  or  about  1800:  second  edition,  1821.  Ot"  this 
piece  he  says  in  his  Preface  that  it  "  was  a  favorite  hymn  of  tiie  late  lamented  Prin- 
cess Charlotte.  She  frequently  played  and  sang  it  to  the  tune  of  Haydn's  celebrated 
German  hymn  :  and  had  marked  in  her  copy  the  passages  which  particularly  interested 
her."  Joseph  Hart  (1759)  has  a  hymn  beginning  with  the  same  words,  but  after  the 
opening  lines  entirely  different. 


T  TOLY  Ghost,  inspire  our  praises ; 
"*-  -*-  Shed  abroad  a  Saviour's  Love 
While  we  chant  the  name  of  Jesus, 

Deign  on  every  heart  to  move. 
Source  of  sweetest  consohition  ! 

Breathe  Thy  peace  on  all  below ; 
Bless,  O  bless  this  congregation  ; 

Bid  our  hearts  with  influence  glow. 

Come  with  heavenly  inspiration, 

Jesus  in  our  souls  reveal ; 
Manifest  this  great  salvation  ; 

As  Thy  own  our  spirits  seal. 
Light  divine,  on  darkness  shining. 

Deign  the  light  of  Truth  to  give  ; 
Every  grace  and  joy  combining, 

May  we  to  Thy  glor}^  live. 


4^6       KXGLISH  HYMNS   OF  i^th   CENTURY 


Hail,  ye  spirits  bright  and  glorious, 

High  exalted  round  the  throne  ! 
Now  with  you  we  join  in  chorus, 

And  your  Lord  we  call  our  own. 
God  to  us  His  Son  hath  <jiven  : 

Saints,  your  noblest  anthems  raise  : 
All  in  earth  and  all  in  Heaven 

Shout  the  great  Jehovah's  praise. 

DANIEL   HERBERT,    1751-1S33. 

Independent  minister  at  Sudbury,  Suffolk  ;  a  voluminous  but  feeble  versifier. 
His  Hymns  and  Poems,  Doctrinal  and  Experimental,  fill  three  volumes,  of  which 
the  first,  containing  this,  appeared  1801. 

LONGING   AFTER   GOD. 

/"^OME,  Thou  almighty  Comforter, 
^^      And  bring  upon  Thy  wing 
Sweet  consolations  to  each  soul, 
That  we  may  praise  and  sing. 

We  want  to  feel,  we  want  to  see, 
We  want  to  know  Thee  more  ; 

We  want  sweet  foretastes  of  Thy  Love, 
As  we  have  had  before. 

And  shall  we  come  in  vain  to  God? 

Dear  Lord,  that  cannot  be  ; 
Thy  promise  stands  engaged  to  come 

And  bless  even  two  or  three. 


COME,   HOLY  SPIRIT!   CALM  MY  MIND.     427 

Come,  Lord,  and  grant  each  soul  to  feel 

Its  interest  in  Thy  Grace, 
And  give  us  faith  and  hope  and  love, 

And  strencrth  to  run  the  race. 

For  if  Thou  draw'st  us,  we  can  run  ; 

Upheld  by  Thee,  we  stand  : 
Lord,  work  in  us  to  will  and  do, 

And  lead  us  by  the  hand. 

If  Thou  should'st  leave  us,  we  must  fall. 

Without  Thee  cannot  rise  ; 
For  when  our  Jesus  hides  His  face 

Our  hope  and  comfort  dies. 

Lord,  give  more  faith,  more  solid  faith. 

More  confidence  in  Thee  ; 
Break  off  our  legal  chains,  O  God, 

And  let  our  souls  gfo  free. 


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JOHN   STEWART,    1803. 


This  hymn  has  been  wrongly  ascribed  to  George  Burder:  Mr.  Sedgwick  gives  it 
as  above.     I  know  nothing  of  the  author,  and  cannot  answer  for  the  text. 


/""^OME,  Holy  Spirit !  calm  my  mind, 
^^     And  fit  me  to  approach  my  God  ; 
Remove  each  vain,  each  worldly  thought, 
And  lead  me  to  Thy  blest  abode. 


428         ENGLISH  HYMNS   OF   i()T//    CENTURY. 

Hast  Thou  imparted  to  my  soul 
A  living  spark  of  holy  fire? 

O  kindle  now  the  sacred  flame  ; 
Make  me  to  burn  with  pure  desire. 

Impress  upon  my  wandering  heart 
The  Love  that  Christ  to  sinners  bore  ; 

That  I  may  mourn  the  wounds  I  caused, 
And  my  redeeming  God  adore. 

A  brighter  faith  and  hope  impart, 
And  let  me  now  my  Saviour  see ; 

O  soothe  and  cheer  my  burdened  heart, 
And  bid  my  spirit  rest  in  Thee. 


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JOHN   KEMPTHORNE,    iSio. 

From   Select  Portions  of  Psalnts^  &c.     So  says  Mr.  SedgA^-ick.     I  find  it  in  a 
Selection  of  Psalms  and  A  nt/iems  by  W.  Morgan  of  Bradford :  1S15-1S22. 


SPIRIT   OF    GOD,    ON    THEE   WE    CALL. 

OPIRIT  of  God,  on  Thee  we  call ; 
^^     O  hear  us,  and  Thy  gifts  impart. 
Lamenting,  penitent,  we  fall : 
Descend  into  our  inmost  heart. 

Our  strongest  efforts  all  are  vain ; 

Spirit  of  Mercy  !  set  us  free  : 
Captive  to  sin  we  shall  remain 

Till  we  are  sanctified  by  Thee. 


FOR   A    WELL-GROLWDED   HOPE. 


429 


In  time  of  wealth,  Protecting  Power! 

From  pride  and  worldly  snares  defend  ; 
And  in  affliction's  keenest  hour, 

Be  Thou  our  Comforter  and  Friend. 

Vouchsafe  to  lend  a  gracious  ear, 

And  quickly  come.  Thou  heavenly  Guest 

Come  and  abide  for  ever  here  : 

Thy  temple  is  the  Christian's  breast. 


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THOMAS    COTTERILL,    1 779-1823. 

Perpetual  Curate  of  St.  PauKs,  Sheffield.  His  Selection^  in  which  James  Mont- 
gomery helped  him,  appeared  iSio,  and  reached  an  eighth  edition,  enlarged,  1S19. 
The  date  of  this  is  iSii :  it  is  founded  on  a  hymn  of  Hart's:  see  pp.  384-5. 

FOR  A  WELL-GROUNDED    HOPE   OF   SALVATION. 

"rpTERNAL  Spirit !  Source  of  Truth  ! 
^-^     Our  contrite  hearts  inspire  ; 
Kindle  a  flame  of  heavenly  love. 
And  feed  the  pure  desire. 

'Tis  Thine  to  soothe  the  sorrowing  soul, 

With  Satan's  yoke  oppressed  ; 
'Tis  Thine  to  bid  the  dying  live, 

And  give  the  weary  rest. 

Let  no  false  joy  deceive  our  minds ; 

Lest,  while  we  boast  Thy  light. 
We  fall  from  all  our  towering  hopes 

Down  to  eternal  niorht. 


430         ENGLISH   HYMNS   OF   i^TH   CENTURY. 

Subdue  the  power  of  every  sin, 

Whate'er  that  sin  may  be  ; 
That  we,  in  singleness  of  heart, 

May  worship  only  Thee. 

Then  with  our  spirits  witness  bear, 
That  we're  the  sons  of  God, 

Redeemed  from  sin,  and  death,  and  hell. 
Through  Christ's  atoning  Blood. 


SPIRIT    OF   TRUTH,   THY   GRACE    IMPART. 

The  above  has  been  rehashed  as  follows.  This  compilation,  found  in  many  books, 
owes  its  second  verse  to  C  Wesley,  and  its  third  and  fourth  to  Hart  and  Cottcrill ; 
while  V.  I  alone  boasts  a  semblance  of  originality. 

OPIRIT  of  truth,  Thy  grace  impart, 
"^     To  guide  our  doubtful  way  ; 
Thy  beams  shall  scatter  eveiy  cloud, 
And  make  a  glorious  day. 

Light  in  Thy  light  O  may  we  see. 

Thy  Grace  and  mercy  prove, 
Revived  and  cheered  and  blessed  by  Thee, 

Spirit  of  peace  and  love  ! 

'Tis  Thine  to  soothe  the  sorrowing  mind, 

With  guilt  and  fear  opprest ; 
'Tis  Thine  to  bid  the  dying  live. 

And  give  the  weary  rest. 

Subdue  the  power  of  every  sin, 

Whate'er  that  sin  may  be. 
That  we,  in  singleness  of  heart. 

May  worship  only  Thee. 


SPIRIT  OF   TRUTH,    O  HOLY  GHOST.       431 


ANONYMOUS,    1815. 

From  a  Cornish  Selection,  1815,  and  others. 

T  TOLY  Ghost,  whose  tire  celestial 
-^  -^     Light  and  Life  divine  imparts  ; 
Come  and  dwell  in  breasts  terrestrial ; 

Heaven  reveal  in  earthly  hearts. 
Come  and  pour  in  blest  effusion 

Heavenly  unction  from  above, 
Scattering  wide,  in  rich  diffusion, 

"Comfort,  light,  and  fire  of  love." 

Keep  Thy  Church  in  holy  union  ; 

Foes  remove,  give  peace  at  home  : 
Source  of  peace  and  sweet  communion, 

Where  Thou  dwellest,  no  ill  can  come. 
Teach  us  humbly  to  adore  Thee, 

While  on  earth  we  pass  our  days  : 
Thence  transport  our  souls  to  glory, 

Lost  in  wonder,  love,  and  praise. 


SPIRIT    OF    TRUTH,    O    HOLY   GHOST. 

From  a  Collection  prepared  by  the  Revs.  E.  Rlaltby,  R.  Tillard,  and  J.  S.  Banks, 
and  sanctioned  by  the  Bishop  of  Lincoln,  1815. 

OPIRIT  of  Truth,  O  Holy  Ghost, 
^^     Fruit  of  our  Saviour's  Love  ! 
Come,  as  on  Day  of  Pentecost, 
Descending  from  above. 


432         ENGLISH  HYMNS   OF   \c)T/f   CENTURY. 


Like  the  first  saints,  with  one  accord 

Behold  us  met  to  hail 
Our  risen  and  ascended  Lord  : 

His  promise  will  not  fail. 

And  though  no  mighty  rushing  sound, 

Or  cloven  tongues  of  fire. 
Or  gifts  of  speech  attend  Thee  down, 

With  comfort  us  inspire. 

Teach  us  to  feel  His  heavenly  peace, 
To  walk  the  paths  He  trod  ; 

Confirm  our  faith,  our  hope  increase, 
And  fix  our  love  on  God. 


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WILLIAM   GADSBY,    1 773-1 S44. 

Autlior  of  The  Nazarene's  Songs,  1814.     This  piece  is  here  abridged. 

TTOLY  Ghost,  we  look  to  Thee  ! 
■*-  -*■     Raise  the  dead,  the  captive  free ; 
From  the  mighty  take  the  prey, 
Teach  the  weak  to  watch  and  pray. 


Blessed  Spirit,  holy  God, 
'Tis  Thy  work  to  shed  abroad 
Love  divine  in  Zion's  heart. 
And  true  holiness  impart. 


HOLY  SPIRIT,   HEAVENLY  DOVE. 

Thine  it  is  the  Church  to  bless, 
And  to  comfort  in  distress  ; 
Trembling,  helpless  souls  to  guide 
Safe  to  Jesu's  wounded  side. 

Carry  on  Thy  work  with  power, 
Lead  us  safely  to  Thy  tower ; 
Jesu's  matchless  fulness  show, 
Suited  to  our  every  woe. 

Out  of  self  to  Jesus  lead  ; 

For  and  in  us  intercede  : 

Guide  us  down  to  death,  and  there 

Banish  all  our  guilt  and  fear. 

There,  and  then,  support  the  mind  ; 
May  we  be  to  death  resigned ; 
And  with  an  immortal  song 
Haste  to  join  the  heavenly  throng. 


433 


JOSEPH   IRONS,    1785-1852. 


Independent  minister  in  London,  and  father  of  Dr.  W.  J.  Irons,  who  has  made 
the  best  version  of  Dies  Irte.     Author  of  Zion's  Hymns,  i8i6. 


T  TOLY  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove, 

Breathe  upon  us  from  above, 
And  with  sweet  celestial  fire 
Zeal  inflame,  and  love  inspire. 

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434        ENGLISH  HYMNS  OF  \^th   CENTURY, 

On  this  congregation  pour 
Heavenly  blessings  like  a  shower ; 
Streams  of  Grace  upon  us  shed  ; 
Teach  the  living,  raise  the  dead. 

Bid  each  groundless  doubt  depart  ;^ 
Bind  up  every  broken  heart. 
Warm  the  frozen,  cheer  the  faint; 
Feed  and  comfort  every  saint. 

Every  soul  do  Thou  engage  ; 
Every  Christian's  grief  assuage ; 
Be  our  Counsellor  and  Guide  ; 
Lead  to  Jesus  crucified. 


THE   WITNESS. 

Romans  viii.  i6. 

TTOLY  Spirit,  heavenly  Witness, 
•^  -*-     Whose  almighty  unction  darts 
Life  to  souls  once  dead,  and  fitness 

For  the  heavenly  state  imparts ; 
Bear  Thy  witness 

To  Thy  work  in  all  our  hearts. 

Witness  to  our  souls  of  Jesus, 
Let  us  now  His  Grace  record  : 

Thou  and  Thou  alone  canst  ease  us ; 
Shed  the  Saviours  Love  abroad. 

And  bear  witness 
That  we  are  the  sons  of  God. 


INVOCA  TION. 


435 


Witness  ever.y  frame  and  feeling, 
Every  want  and  every  woe  ; 

And  tlie  Blood  of  Christ  for  healing 
On  our  helpless  souls  bestow  : 

Holy  Witness, 
Let  us  covenant  blessings  know. 

Witness  in  us,  for  us,  by  us, 
With  Thine  agency  divine  ; 

Nor  in  that  great  Day  deny  us, 
When  the  saints  in  glory  shine. 

Then  bear  witness 
Of  our  souls,  that  they  are  Thine. 


INVOCATION. 


PTERNAL  Spirit,  let  me  know 
•^-^     The  Love  of  Christ  to  me  ; 
Its  conquering,  quickening  power  bestow, 
To  set  my  spirit  free. 

I  long  to  know  its  depth  and  height, 
To  scan  its  breadth  and  length. 

Drink  in  its  ocean  of  delight, 
And  triumph  in  its  strength. 

It  is  Thine  office  to  reveal 

The  Saviour's  wondrous  Love ; 

O  set  upon  my  heart  Thy  seal, 
And  bless  me  from  above. 


43^        ENGLISH  HYMAS   OF   ic)TH   CENTURY. 


Thy  quickening  power  to  me  impart, 
And  be  my  constant  Guide ; 

Remove  my  sorrows,  warm  my  heart, 
And  be  Thou  glorified. 


)>«<c 


THOMAS    ROW. 


An  obscure  but  voluminous  rhymer.  His  two  volumes  of  Spiritual  Poems,  or 
Evangelical  Hymns,  appeared  1817  and  1822.  I  take  this  and  the  next  from  David 
Denham's  Selection,  1S37. 


A  LMIGHTY  Spirit,  we 
•^  ^     Thy  Godhead  now  adore  ; 
We  bring  our  praise  to  Thee, 
And  thanks  for  evermore. 
For  once  we  slept  in  darkness  deep, 
But  Thou  hast  raised  us  from  the  sleep. 

Through  all  Thy  work  within 

Thy  greatness  we  admire  : 
It  breaks  the  reign  of  sin. 
And  lights  the  sacred  fire, 
To  make  us  burn  with  love  to  God, 
Through  the  atoning  Saviour's  Blood. 

Thy  Power  and  Grace  divine 

Have  raised  us  from  the  dead, 
And  taught  our  souls  to  twine 
Around  our  living  Head  : 
And  none  but  God  could  bless  us  so, 
Or  raise  us  from  such  depths  of  woe. 


SPIRIT  JEHOVAH,    GLORIOUS  LORD!       437 


To  Jesus  Thou  dost  lead 

Our  souls  for  life  and  rest, 
And  on  His  Cross  to  feed 
Till  we  are  truly  blest. 
We  now  to  Thee  our  praises  bring, 
And  thus  Thy  glorious  Godhead  sing. 


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ROBERT   HAWKER,   D.D.,    1753-1827. 

Vicar  of  Charles-the-Martyr,  Plymouth.     His  Collection  of  Psalms  and  Hymns 
reached  a  isth  edition  in  1834.     Text  from  Denham's  Selectio)i. 

O  PIRIT  Jehovah  !  glorious  Lord  ! 

^^      Vouchsafe  Thy  presence  with  Thy  Word 

To  all  Thy  Church  around  : 
Lord,  grant  to  each  of  Thine  now  here 
The  seeing  eye,  the  hearing  ear, 

To  know  the  joyful  sound. 

Without  renewings  of  Th\'  Grace 
To  see  God's  glory  in  Christ's  face 

And  manifest  the  Lord, 
Our  ordinance  will  barren  prove. 
Not  one  will  taste  of  Jesus'  Love 

Or  savor  in  Thy  Word. 

Blest  Spirit  I  on  Christ's  garden  blow, 
And  cause  the  spices  all  to  flow. 

As  grace  for  grace  each  suits  ; 
For  then  will  our  Beloved  come 
Into  this  garden  of  His  own 

And  eat  His  pleasant  fruits. 


43^        ENGLISH  HYMNS  OF  i()TH   CENTURY. 

Almighty  Lord  !  let  all  around 
In  sweet  communion  now  abound 

With  God  and  God's  dear  Son. 
If  Thou  wilt  open  to  our  view 
The  Love  of  Each,  and  draw  us  too, 

Then  will  our  hearts  be  won. 

'Tis  Thine,  O  Lord,  in  blessing  thus 
To  take  of  Christ's  and  show  to  us. 

Of  Him  and  His  to  impart : 
And  Thine  no  less  the  same  to  prove, 
And  shed  abroad  the  Father's  Love 

In  each  renewed  heart. 

'Tis  Thine  in  prayer  to  help  complaints, 
To  quicken  sinners,  comfort  saints. 

And  weary  souls  refresh  ; 
The  heart  of  stone  to  take  away  ; 
Lord,  there  are  many  here  this  day  ! 

O  give  them  hearts  of  flesh. 

Sweet  Comforter  !  do  Thou  behold 
The  little  ones  of  Jesus'  fold 

With  special  grace  this  day  ; 
That  all  Thy  children,  taught  of  Thee, 
May  have  their  portion  full  and  free, 

And  none  go  lean  away. 

Then  will  loud  praises  through  our  host 
To  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 


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^  HOLY  GHOST,    WITH  LIGHT  DIVINE.      439 

By  every  tongue  be  given  ; 
And  each  will  say  in  godly  fear, 
"This  is  God's  House  ;  the  Lord  is  here  ; 

And  this  the  Gate  of  Heaven." 

And  daily,  till  our  Lord  shall  come 
To  take  His  whole  redeemed  home 

With  Him  for  ever  then, 
The  Lord  send  blessings  from  above  ! 
The  Father's,  Son's,  and  Spirit's  Love 

Be  with  us  all.     Amen. 


D>«^C 


ANDREW   REED,   D.D.,    1787-1S6 


Independent  minister  in  London,  and  an  eminent  philanthropist.  He  published 
A  Supplement  to  Dr.  Watts^  1817,  enlarged  edition  1825  ;  and  The  Hymn  Booky 
1842.  I'he  latter  contains  nineteen  lyrics  of  his  own  :  two  of  which  are  among  the 
most  familiar  modern  Spirit-hymns.     The  first  appeared  1817. 


TTOLY  Ghost,  with  light  divine, 
-^  Shine  upon  this  heart  of  mine  ! 

Chase  the  shades  of  night  awa}', 
Turn  the  darkness  into  day. 
Let  me  see  my  Saviour's  face. 
Let  me  all  His  beauties  trace  ; 
Show  those  glorious  truths  to  me 
Which  are  only  known  by  Thee. 

Holy  Ghost,  with  power  divine. 
Cleanse  this  guilty  heart  of  mine  : 


440        ENGLISH  HYMNS  OF  i^r/i   CENTURY^ 

Long  has  sin,  without  control, 
Held  dominion  o'er  my  soul : 
Oft  I  of  its  power  complain, 
Yet  I  live  beneath  its  reign  ; 
In  Thy  mercy  pity  me. 
From  this  bondage  set  me  free. 

Holy  Ghost,  with  joy  divine, 
Cheer  this  saddened  heart  of  mine ; 
Bid  my  many  woes  depart. 
Heal  my  wounded,  bleeding  heart. 
Yield  a  sacred,  settled  peace, 
Bid  it  grow  and  still  increase  ; 
Till  each  anxious  thought  expires, 
Till  my  joy  to  Heaven  aspires. 

Holy  Spirit,  all  divine. 
Dwell  within  this  heart  of  mine  ; 
Cast  down  every  idol  throne, 
Reign  supreme,  and  reign  alone. 
See,  to  Thee  I  yield  m}'  heart ; 
Shed  Thy  life  through  every  part. 
A  pure  temple  I  would  be, 
Whollv  dedicate  to  Thee. 


SPIRIT    DIVINE!   ATTEND    OUR    PRAYERS. 

1842. 

OPIRIT  Divine  !  attend  our  prayers, 
^^     And  make  this  house  Thy  home ; 
Descend  with  all  Thv  gracious  powers ; 
O  come,  great  Spirit,  come  ! 


441 


Come  as  the  light :  to  us  reveal 

Our  emptiness  and  woe  ; 
And  lead  us  in  those  paths  of  life 

Where  all  the  righteous  go. 

Come  as  the  fire,  and  purge  our  hearts, 

Like  sacriticial  flame  : 
Let  our  whole  soul  an  offering  be 

To  our  Redeemer's  Name. 

Come  as  the  dew,  and  sweetly  bless 

This  consecrated  hour ; 
May  barrenness  rejoice  to  own 

Thy  fertilizing  powder. 

Come  as  the  dove,  and  spread  Thy  wings, 
The  wings  of  peaceful  Love  ; 

And  let  Thy  Church  on  earth  become 
Blest  as  the  Church  above. 

Come  as  the  wind,  with  rushing  sound 

And  Pentecostal  Grace  : 
That  all  of  woman  born  may  see 

The  glory  of  Thy  face. 

Spirit  divine,  attend  our  prayers. 
Make  a  lost  world  Thy  home ; 

Descend  with  all  Thy  gracious  powers ; 
O  come,  great  Spirit,  come  ! 


442         EXGLISH  HYMNS   OF  \^th   CENTURY. 


JAMES   MONTGOMERY,    1771-1854. 

His  hymns  appeared  at  various  times:  some  46  in  Thomas  CotteriU's  Selection^ 
1819;  100  in  his  own  Christian  Psalmist,  1825;  and  many  were  printed  for  the  first 
time  in  his  Original  Hymns,  1S53. 


THE    DESCENT    OF    THE    SPIRIT 

Acts  ii.   1-4. 
1819.      Text  slightly  revised  in  1825. 

T    ORD  God,  the  Holy  Ghost! 
-*-^     In  this  accepted  hour. 
As  on  the  day  of  Pentecost,^ 
Descend  in  all  Thy  power. 
We  meet  with  one  accord 
In  our  appointed  place, 
And  wait  the  promise  of  our  Lord, 
The  Spirit  of  all  Grace. 

Like  mifjhtv  rushin^j  wind 
Upon  the  waves  beneath. 
Move  with  one  impulse  every  mind. 
One  soul,  one  feeling  breathe  : 
The  young,  the  old  inspire 
With  wisdom  from  above  ; 
And  give  us  hearts  and  tongues  of  fire. 
To  pray,  and  praise,  and  love. 

Spirit  of  Light,  explore 

And  chase  our  gloom  away  ; 
With  lustre  shining  more  and  more 
Unto  the  perfect  day. 

1  On  this  the  day  of  Pentecost.  —  1S19. 


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SPIRIT  OF  POWER  AND  MIGHT.  443 

Spirit  of  Truth,  be  Thou 
In  hfc  and  death  our  Guide  ; 
O  Spirit  of  adoption,  now 
May  we  be  sanctified  ! 


THE    SPIRIT    CREATING   ALL   THINGS    NEW. 


OPIRIT  of  power  and  might,  behold 

A  world  by  sin  destroyed  : 
Creator-Spirit,  as  of  old. 
Move  on  the  formless  void. 

Give  Thou  the  word  ;  —  that  healing  sound 

Shall  quell  the  deadly  strife  ; 
And  earth  again,  like  Eden  crowned, 

Produce  the  Tree  of  Life. 

If  sang  the  morning-stars  for  joy, 

When  Nature  rose  to  view. 
What  strains  will  angel-harps  employ 

When  Thou  shalt  all  renew  ! 

And  if  the  sons  of  God  rejoice 

To  hear  a  Saviour's  name. 
How  will  the  ransomed  raise  their  voice, 

To  whom  that  Saviour  came  ! 

So  every  kindred,  tongue  and  tribe, 

Assembling  round  the  throne. 
Thy  new  creation  shall  ascribe 

To  sovereign  Love  alone. 


444         K^'GLISH  HYMNS   OF   19/7/    CENTURY. 


THE    SPIRIT  ACCOMPANYING   THE    WORD 
OF    GOD. 


1825. 


r\  SPIRIT  of  the  living  God  ! 
^-^     In  all  Thy  plenitude  of  Grace, 
Where'er  the  foot  of  man  hath  trod, 
Descend  on  our  apostate  race. 

Give  tongues  of  fire  and  hearts  of  love, 
To  preach  the  reconciling  Word ; 

Give  power  and  unction  from  above, 
Whene'er  the  joyful  sound  is  heard. 

Be  darkness,  at  Thy  coming,  light ; 

Confusion  order  in  Thy  path  ; 
Souls  without  strength  inspire  with  might ; 

Bid  mercy  triumph  over  wrath. 

O  Spirit  of  the  Lord  !  prepare 

All  the  round  earth  her  God  to  meet ; 

Breathe  Thou  abroad  like  morning  air. 
Till  hearts  of  stone  begin  to  beat. 

Baptize  the  nations  ;  far  and  nigh 
The  triumphs  of  the  Cross  record ; 

The  Name  of  Jesus  glorify. 

Till  every  kindred  call  Him  Lord. 


THEE    WILL    WE   PRAISE. 


445 


God  from  eternity  hath  willed 

All  llesh  shall  His  salvation  see  ; 
So  be  the  Father's  Love  fulfilled, 

The    Saviour's  sufferin^rs   crowned   throu^-h 
Thee. 


3>«^C 


HENRY   LOWE. 

Author  of  a  volume  of  Psalms  and  Hymns  for  the  Church  Year,  1820. 

T^HEE  will  we  praise,  celestial  Power, 

Thee,  wondrous,  mighty  Spirit,  sing 
Thou  who  in  young  Creation's  hour 
Wast  present  with  Thy  fostering  wing. 

From  Thee  its  life  and  beauty  came, 
All  that  delights  and  cheers  the  eye ; 

The  Spirit  earth,  sea,  sky  proclaim, 
And  tell  of  blessings  from  on  high. 

,  To  man,  the  fairest  work  of  Heaven, 

O'er  all  the  rest  to  bear  control, 
To  him  Thine  energy  was  given. 
Endowed  by  Thee,  a  living  soul. 

Yet  hast  Thou  blessings  dearer  far ; 

To  make  our  souls  Thine  own  abode ; 
To  form  them  by  Thy  holy  care 

For  endless  bliss,  the  sons  of  God. 


44^        ENGLISH  HYMNS   OF  i^th   CENTURY, 

Thanks,  blessing,  honor,  might,  and  praise 

Be  unto  Thee,  all  holy  Lord  I 
To  Thee  may  earth  one  chorus  raise, 

And  God  the  Spirit  be  adored. 

S.    B.    HASLAM. 

From  the  title-page  of  his  Divirte  Aspirations,  1824-1S33. 

TNSPIRED  by  Thee,  divine  triumphant  Breath  ! 

I  sing  Tliy  conquests  over  sin  and  death  : 
Or  in  Thy  rich  salutes  such  bliss  I  prove, 
My  spirit  breathes  enraptured  strains  of  love. 
But  should  my  muse  a  mournful  theme  assume, 
Of  souls  deep  buried  in  a  fleshly  tomb ; 
Or  songs  or  sighs,  as  touching  Grace  and  sin, 
Alike  are  echoes  of  Thy  voice  within. 


3^«<c 


BISHOP   REGINALD   HEBER,    17S3-1S26. 
WHIT-SUNDAY. 

(Compare  with  Hart's  hyrnn  on  pp.  3S3-4.) 

OPIRIT  of  Truth  !  on  this  Thy  day 
^^     To  Thee  for  help  we  cry, 
To  guide  us  through  the  dreary  way 
Of  dark  mortality. 


I 


CONFIRM  A  TION.  ^  47 

We  ask  not,  Lord,  Thy  cloven  flame, 

Or  tongues  of  various  tone  ; 
But  long  Thy  praises  to  proclaim 

With  fervor  in  our  own. 

We  mourn,  not  that  prophetic  skill 

Is  found  on  earth  no  more  ; 
Enough  for  us  to  trace  Thy  will 

In  Scripture's  sacred  lore. 

We  neither  have  nor  seek  the  power 

111  demons  to  control ; 
But  Thou,  in  dark  temptation's  hour, 

Shalt  chase  them  from  the  soul. 

No  heavenly  harpings  soothe  our  ear. 

No  mystic  dreams  we  share  ; 
Yet  hope  to  feel  Thy  comfort  near. 

And  bless  Thee  in  our  prayer. 

When  tongues  shall  cease,  and  power  decay, 

And  knowledge  empty  prove, 
Do  Thou  Thy  trembling  servants  stay 

With  faith,  with  hope,  with  love. 


JOHN   KEBLE,    1 792-1866. 

Vicar  of  Hursley.     The  two  following  extracts  are  from  The  Christian  Year,  1827. 

CONFIRMAtlON. 

The  five  opening  verses  are  omitted. 

OPIRIT  of  might  and  sweetness  too  ! 
Now  leading  on  the  w^ars  of  God, 
Now  to  green  isles  of  shade  and  dew 
Turning  the  waste  Thy  people  trod  ; 


44^      EXGLISH  HYMXS  OF  ic)th   CEXTURY. 

Draw,  Holy  Ghost,  Thy  sevenfold  veil 
Between  us  and  the  tires  of  youth  : 

Breathe,  Holy  Ghost,  Thy  freshening  gale, 
Our  fevered  brow  in  age  to  soothe. 

And  oft  as  sin  and  sorrow  tire, 

The  hallowed  hour  do  Thou  renew. 

When,  beckoned  up  the  awful  choir 

By  pastoral  hands,  toward  Thee  we  drew  ; 

When  trembling  at  the  sacred  rail 

We  hid  our  eyes  and  held  our  breath, 

Felt  Thee  how  strong,  our  hearts  how  frail. 
And  longed  to  own  Thee  to  the  death. 

For  ever  on  our  souls  be  traced 

That  blessing  dear,  that  dove-like  hand, 

A  sheltering  rock  in  memory's  waste, 
O'ershadowincr  all  the  wearv  land. 


ORDINATION. 

The  four  opening  verses  are  omitted. 

A  XD  where  shall  Mother's  bosom  find, 
"^  ^     With  all  its  deep  love-learned  skill, 
A  prayer  so  sweetly  to  her  mind 
As,  in  this  sacred  hour  and  still. 

Is  wafted  from  the  white-robed  choir. 
Ere  yet  the  pure  high-breathed  lay, 

"Come,  Holy  Ghost,  our  souls  inspire," 
Rise  floating  on  its  dovelike  way. 


ORDIXA  TION.  449 

And  when  it  comes,  so  deep  and  clear 
The  strain,  so  soft  the  melting  fall, 

It  seems  not  to  the  entranced  ear 

Less  than  Thine  own  heart- cheering  call, 

Spirit  of  Christ  —  Thine  earnest  given 

That  these  our  prayers  are  heard,  and  they 

Who  grasp  this  hour  the  sword  of  Heaven 
Shall  feel  Thee  on  their  weary  way. 

Oft  as  at  morn  or  soothinof  eve 


Over  the  holy  Fount  they  lean, 
leir  fadinor  garland  freshlv  weave, 
Or  fan  them  with  Thine  airs  serene, 


Spirit  of  Light  and  Truth  !  to  Thee 
We  trust  them  in  that  musing  hour, 

Till  they,  with  open  heart  and  free, 
Teach  all  Thy  Word  in  all  its  power. 

When  foemen  watch  their  tents  bv  niorht, 
And  mists  hang  wide  o'er  moor  and  fell, 

Spirit  of  Counsel  and  of  Might, 

Their  pastoral  warfare  guide  Thou  well. 

And  O,  when  worn  and  tired  they  sigh 
With  that  more  fearful  war  within, 

When  passion's  storms  are  loud  and  high, 
And  brooding  o'er  remembered  sin 

The  heart  dies  down  —  O  mightiest  then, 
Come  ever  true,  come  ever  near, 

And  wake  their  slumbering  love  again. 
Spirit  of  God's  most  holy  Fear  I 
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450      E.XGUSH  HYMNS  OF  \^th   CENTURY. 


GRIEVE    NOT   THE    HOLY    SPIRIT. 

From    Henry   Allon's   Supplemental  Hymns,  iS6S.     It  is  there  ascribed  to 
Kerle,  but  I  cannot  find  it  in  his  books. 

T  TOW  dare  we  pray  Thee  dwell  within 
-*"  -*"     These  hearts  defiled  by  wiltul  sin? 
Yet,  Holy  Ghost,  do  not  depart. 
Leave  not  to  earth  our  earthly  heart. 
And  if  Thou  seest  us  errincr  still, 
O  bend  to  Thine  our  stubborn  will, 
And  bring  us  to  the  fold  again. 
If  need,  by  chastisement  and  pain. 

Bring  us,  by  all  the  powers  of  sense, 
By  all  the  course  of  Providence, 
By  inmost  Conscience,  not  yet  dumb, 
By  all  the  past,  by  all  to  come. 
By  God's  best  Gifts,  His  Son  to  die. 
And  then  our  hearts  to  sanctify  ; 
Bring  us,  before  our  sun  go  down. 
To  bear  the  cross,  to  win  the  crown. 


ANONYMOUS,    1S2S. 


FOR    HELP    IN    THE    FIGHT. 

From  A  Collection  of  Prayers^  with  a  Few  Hymns.,  Oxford,  1S28. 

OPIRIT  of  God,  mysterious  Power,  descend  ! 
*^    To  Thine  own  victory  rule  our  combat  now  ; 
Leave  us  not  to  ourselves,  but  still  defend 

Each  breast  unharnessed,  each  unhelmed  brow. 


TURN  US. 


451 


Our  battle  is  not  against  flesh  alone, 

The  banded  world  and  many  a  treacherous  guide  ; 
But  against  vigilant  liends,  to  whom  are  known 

Our  hopes  of  Heaven,  our  weakness,  and  our 
pride. 

Though  reft  of  helm  and  corselet,  we  shall  war 
To  victory,  so  Thou  our  cause  befriend. 

By  Him,  the  Crucified,  the  Conqueror: 

Spirit  of  God,  mysterious  Power,  descend  ! 


TURN    US. 


r^  TURN,  most  Holy  Spirit !  turn 
^^      Our  hearts  to  wisdom,  and  release 
Our  souls  from  Satan  :  make  us  learn 

In  Christ  the  lesson  of  our  peace. 
For  His  dear  sake,  in  Whom  alone 

Began,  continues,  and  must  end 
The  work  of  Grace,  to  us  make  known 

His  Cross  :  on  us  Thy  powder  descend  ! 

The  sinners  Thou  dost  call  to  Thee, 

The  sinners  whom  He  died  to  save. 
Redeem  us  from  ourselves,  and  free 

Our  souls  from  bondage  and  the  grave : 
Make  our  ears  hear,  our  eyes  discern 

Thy  Truth  ;   all  our  reluctance  cease  : 
O  turn,  almighty  Spirit,  turn 

Our  hearts  to  wisdom  and  to  peace. 


45-       EAGLISH  HYMNS   OF   i^th    CENT  CRY. 


R.  DUXDERDALE. 

Poems  on  Religious  and  Moral  Subjects  :  Kirkby  Lonsdale,  1829. 

T  TAIL,  blessed  Source  of  holy  Light  and  Life, 

Our  Guide  to  Heaven  and  Comfort  here  below  ! 
Thou  kind  Defence  'gainst  anger,  wrath,  and  strife, 
On  my  sad  heart  Thy  influence  bestow. 

Teach  me  to  spurn  that  idle  pomp  and  state 
From  which  much  ire  and  discord  oft  arise  : 

For  purer  scenes  teach  my  proud  heart  to  wait. 
And  tix  my  vie\\;  on  worlds  beyond  the  skies. 

Inspire  my  soul  with  deepest  love  of  Christ ; 

His  blessed  steps  incline  me  to  pursue  : 
Cleanse  from  my  earthly  eyes  the  darkening  mist, 

xAnd  with  Thy  Grace  my  carnal  mind  renew. 

And  then  whatever  here  may  be  my  lot, 
Whether  proud  wealth  or  poverty  betide. 

Like  the  poor  hermit's  in  the  lonely  grot. 
My  heart  will  be  secure  from  deadly  pride. 


Then  I  shall  run  my  mortal  course  in  peace. 
As  much  as  is  allowed  to  Adam's  race  : 

Then,  when  the  throbbing  tide  of  life  shall  cease, 
Where  seraphs  reign,  I  '11  reach  the  happy  place. 


\ 


\ 


ETERNAL   SPIRIT,   BY   WHOSE  POWER.      453 


WILLIAM    HILEY   BATHURST.      Born   1796. 


Rector  of  Barwick-in-Elmet,  1820-1852.     His  Psalms  and  Hymns  appeared  1831 


"PTERNAL  Spirit,  by  whose  power 
^-^  Are  burst  the  bands  of  death, 
On  our  cold  hearts  Thy  blessings  shower, 
And  stir  them  with  Thy  breath. 

'Tis  Thine  to  point  the  heavenly  way, 

Each  rising  fear  control, 
And  with  a  warm  enlivening  ray 

To  melt  the  icy  soul. 

'Tis  Thine  to  cheer  us  when  distrest. 

To  raise  us  w^hen  we  fall, 
To  calm  the  doubting,  troubled  breast. 

And  aid  w^hen  sinners  call. 

'Tis  Thine  to  bringr  God's  sacred  Word 

And  write  it  on  our  heart. 
There  its  reviving  truths  record. 

And  there  its  peace  impart. 

Almighty  Spirit,  visit  thus 

Our  hearts,  and  guide  our  ways  ; 

Pour  down  Thy  quickening  Grace  on  us, 
And  tune  our  lips  to  praise. 


454      ENGLISH  HYMNS  OF  ic^th   CENTURY. 


SPIRITUAL   STRENGTH    AND    WISDOM    DESIRED. 

JoilN    xvi.     13,    14. 

OPIRIT  of  Lite,  Thy  influence  shed, 
^^     To  wake  the  careless  and  the  dead, 

Light,  strength,  and  comfort  to  bestow 
On  many  a  child  of  sin  and  woe. 

Behold  our  frail  and  feeble  state  ; 
Our  foes  are  strong,  our  danger  great : 
The  force  of  hostile  rage  withstand. 
And  guard  us  with  Thy  mighty  Hand. 

Give  us  an  understanding  mind. 
The  chains  of  ignorance  unbind ; 
Instruct,  enlighten,  and  prepare 
Our  hearts  the  joy  of  Heaven  to  share. 

Christ's  precious  truths  to  us  proclaim, 
Expound  His  Word,  exalt  His  Name  ; 
Make  known  His  power,  His  Love  reveal, 
And  with  His  Blood  our  conscience  heal. 

Lord,  in  our  hearts  vouchsafe  to  dwell. 
There  every  sinful  motion  quell ;     . 
Complete  Thy  blessed  work  of  Grace, 
And  fit  us  for  a  happier  place. 


Sr/AVT  OF  HOLINESS,  LOOK  DOWN.       455 


FOR    HEALING   AND    STRENGTHENING 
GRACE. 


OPIRIT  of  holiness,  look  down, 
^^     Our  fainting  hearts  to  cheer ; 
And  when  we  tremble  at  Thy  frown, 
O  bring"  Thy  comforts  near. 


The  fears  which  Thy  convictions  wrought, 

O  let  Thy  Grace  remove  ; 
And  may  the  souls  which  Thou  hast  taught 

To  weep,  now  learn  to  love. 

Now^  let  Tliy  saving  mercy  heal 

The  wounds  it  made  before  ; 
Now  on  our  hearts  impress  Thy  seal, 

That  we  may  doubt  no  more. 

Complete  the  work  Thou  hast  begun, 

And  make  our  darkness  light, 

That  we  a  glorious  race  may  run, 

Till  faith  be  lost  in  sioht. 

o  , 

Then  as  our  wondering  eyes  discern 

The  Lord's  unclouded  face. 
In  fitter  lanjiuanre  we  shall  learn 

To  sing  triumphant  Grace. 


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45^      ENGLISH  HYMNS   OF  i^rn   CENTURY. 


THE    SPIRIT'S    DIRECTION    IMPLORED. 

T  TOLY  Spirit,  from  on  high 
-*"  -■-     Bend  on  us  a  pitying  eye ; 
Animate  the  drooping  heart, 
Bid  the  power  of  sin  depart. 

Light  up  every  dark  recess 
Of  our  hearts'  uno;;odhness  ; 
Show  us  every  devious  way 
Where  our  steps  have  gone  astray. 

Teach  us  with  repentant  grief 
Humbly  to  implore  relief; 
Then  the  Saviour's  Blood  reveal, 
All  our  deep  disease  to  heal. 

Other  groundwork  should  we  lay, 
Sweep  those  empty  hopes  away  ; 
Make  us  feel  that  Christ  alone 
Can  for  human  oruilt  atone. 


t> 


May  we  daily  grow  in  grace, 
And  pursue  the  heavenly  race. 
Trained  in  wisdom,  led  b}^  Love, 
Till  we  reach  our  Rest  above. 


SPIRIT  OF  GOD,    WHOSE   SACRED   FIRE.       457 


BAPTIST   WRIOTHESLEY   NOEL.      Born   1799. 

This    is  from  his  Selection,    1832,  second  edition,   1838;    and  is  supposed  to  be 
from  his  pen. 

T  TOLIEST  Source  of  consolation, 

-^  Light  and  life  Thy  Grace  imparts  ; 

Visit  us  in  Thy  compassion  ; 

Guide  our  minds,  and  fill  our  hearts. 

Heavenly  blessings  without  measure 
Thou  canst  bring  us  from  above  ; 

Lord,  we  ask  that  heavenly  treasure, 
Wisdom,  holiness,  and  love. 

Dwell  within  us,  blessed  Spirit; 

Where  Thou  dwell'st  no  ill  can  come. 
Bless  us  now,  through  Jesus'  merit ; 

Reign  in  every  heart  and  home. 

Saviour,  lead  us  to  adore  Thee, 

While  Thou  dost  prolong  our  days  ; 

Then,  w^ith  angel  hosts  before  Thee, 
May  we  worship,  love,  and  praise. 


5>®<C 


ANONYMOUS,  1832. 

From  a  Collection  for  St.  George's  church,  Hulme  ;  Manchester,  1832.    Verses  2  and  3 
are  from  later  hymnals. 

OPIRIT  of  God,  whose  sacred  fire 

Wisdom  and  power  and  love  conveys. 
Thy  Grace  impart,  our  souls  inspire 
With  holy  hope  and  fervent  praise. 


458       ENGLISH  HYMNS   OF  \c)TH  CENTURY. 


Thee  we  adore,  Spirit  divine, 

Proceeding  from  the  eternal  Throne, 

Whose  gifts  mysterious  all  combine 
To  glorify  our  Lord  alone. 

O  Thou  who  hast  Thine  unction  poured 
In  rich  abundance  o'er  the  head 

Of  each  ordained  to  speak  Thy  AVord, 
On  us  that  quickening  influence  shed. 

With  beams  of  heavenly  light  sent  down, 
Dispel  the  darkness  of  our  mind  : 

Give  us  that  peace  which  they  alone, 
Who  love  the  Saviour,  surely  find. 

Thy  living  temples  may  we  be, 
•   Cleansed  by  Thy  hallowing  presence,  Lord 
Abide  in  us,  and  we  in  Thee, 

Supremely  loved,  obeyed,  adored  : 

Our  sins  effaced  by  Jesus'  Blood, 

Our  spirits  sanctified  by  Grace  : 
Then  raise  us  up  to  meet  our  God, 

And  see  the  Saviour  face  to  face. 


WHIT-SUNDAY. 

From  a  Collection  by  R.  Frost  of  Salford,  1832-1842. 

/^NCE  more  the  Christian  Pentecost  we  hail : 
^^     May  love  divine  in  every  soul  prevail. 
And  youth  and  age  their  hearts  and  voices  raise, 
To  sing  redeeming  Love  in  hyrnns  of  praise. 


HOLY  SPIRIT,   FOUNT  OF  BLESSING.      459 


Come,  Holy  Comforter  !  our  tongues  unloose, 
And  grateful  incense  from  our  hearts  produce  ; 
Still,  still  may  holiness  with  years  increase. 
And  our  last  days  be  crowned  with  joy  and  peace. 

From  sin  and  endless  w^oe  may  all  be  freed. 
Eternal  Spirit !  in  this  hour  of  need. 
Descend,  and  bring  to  every  longing  breast 
The  pledge  and  earnest  of  eternal  Rest. 

By  eveiy  nation,  people,  kindred,  tongue, 
May  Jesus'  glorious  fame  be  ceaseless  sung  ; 
And  righteousness  and  peace  salute  and  reign. 
Till  man's  chief  foes,  both  sin  and  death,  are  slain, 

O  Saviour !  may  we  always  feel  Thee  near, 
To  fill  our  hearts  with  love  and  holy  fear ; 
May  naught  from  Thee  our  faithful  souls  divide. 
Nor  life,  nor  death,  nor  aught  on  earth  beside. 


j-.^c 


THOMAS  JAMES  JUDKIN. 

"  Minister  of  Somers'  Town  Chapel,  St.  Pancras  "  :  author  of  Church  and  Home 
Psalmody,  1831 :  a  work  dedicated  to  the  Bishop  of  Salisbury. 

2  Corinthians  iii.  17. 


TTOLY  Spirit,  Fount  of  blessing, 
-^     Ever  watchful,  ever  kind  ; 

Thy  celestial  aid  possessing, 
Prisoned  souls  deliverance  find. 


460       ENGLISH  HYMNS   OF  \^th   CENTURY. 

Seal  of  Truth  and  Bond  of  Union, 
Source  of  Light  and  Flame  of  Love, 

Symbol  of  divine  communion 
In  the  olive-bearinof  dove  ! 

Heavenly  Guide  from  paths  of  error. 

Comforter  to  minds  distrest, 
When  the  billows  fill  with  terror 

Pointinfj  to  an  x\rk  of  rest : 
Promised  Pledge,  eternal  Spirit, 

Greater  than  all  gitu  below  ; 
May  our  hearts  Thy  Grace  inherit, 

May  our  lips  Thy  glories  show. 


LORD'S    DAY    MORNING. 

Rev.  i.   10. 

r\  HOLY  Spirit,  who  didst  shed 
^^     Thy  heavenly  beams  on  Jesu's  head. 
When  stooping  low,  He  meekly  stood 
To  be  baptized  in  Jordan's  flood  ! 

O'er  us  Thy  dove-like  wings  extend, 
To  us  Thy  promised  succor  lend, 
That  so  this  Sabbath-morn  may  prove 
A  time  for  knowledge,  peace,  and  love. 

Without  Thy  light  no  power  have  we 
The  glories  of  Thy  Word  to  see  ; 
Without  Thy  proffered  strength,  in  vain 
We  strive  to  break  our  bondaore-chain. 


ETERNAL   SPIRIT,   LORD    OE  LIGHT.       461 


Thriceblessed  Spirit !  hither  come 
And  make  our  wilHng  hearts  Thy  home  : 
Thy  wisdom,  Grace,  and  might  be  given, 
To  bless  on  earth,  and  lead  to  Heaven. 


D>«^C 


WILLIAM   WINSTANLEY   HULL. 

He  edited,  in  1833,  A  Churchman" s  Hyvtns,  many  of  tlieni  being  originals,  and 
presumably  his  own. 

OPIRIT  of  Mercy,  dwell 
^^     With  us  Thy  servants  here. 
And  let  each  bosom  deeply  swell 
With  love  and  holy  fear. 

Ours  be  the  fear  that  heeds 
A  Saviour's  warning  tone  : 
Ours  be  the  love  that  ever  speeds 
A  Father's  w^ill  to  own. 

Bear  witness  with  each  heart, 
Spirit  of  Holiness, 
That  we  w^ould  be  Thine  own  :  impart 
To  us  pardon  and  peace. 


MRS.   ELIZA  JONES   FALLOW. 

Author  of  Poetical  Remains,  1S33.     This  and  eight  others  by  her  were  reprinted 
in  Dr.  Leifchild's  Original  Hymns,  1842. 

"EXTERNAL  Spirit,  Lord  of  Light, 

-^^     Throned  in  the  Heaven  of  Heavens  above, 


Descend  in  Thy  renewing  might, 
lory  of  Thy  Love. 


Come  in  the  gi 


462         EXGUSH  HYMNS  OF  k^th  CENTURY. 

Here  in  this  dark  disordered  heart 
Be  Thy  creative  power  displayed  ; 

Thy  own  undying  Life  impart 
To  Nature's  energies  decayed. 

For  Thou  canst  bid  the  dead  arise ; 

And  strong  in  all  Thy  strength  divine, 
Armed  with  celestial  energies, 

O  what  a  glorious  life  were  mine  ! 

How  would  hig^h  thouorhts  in  boldest  fli^fht 
From  their  inglorious  bondage  break, 

The  soul's  deep  music  of  delight 
At  Thy  harmonious  touch  awake  ! 

Spirit  of  Life,  in  Love  descend  ! 

My  dying  spirit  asks  for  Thee  : 
Breathe  Thou  the  Life  that  cannot  end  ; 

Begin  my  immortality. 


>>«<c 


MRS.  TONNA,    1790-1846. 

Known  as  "  Charlotte  Elizabeth  "  :  daughter  of  the  Rev.  Michael  Browne 
of  Nonvich.  This  piece  was  written  in  1S34,  and  appeared  in  her  Posthumous  and 
oilier  Poems,  1847. 

PRAYER    FOR   A   MINISTER. 


OPIRIT  of  Grace,  of  Truth  and  Power, 
^^     Be  near  in  this  auspicious  hour ; 


Thy  Pentecostal  unction  shed, 
Almighty  !  on  Thy  servant's  head. 


I 


GRACIOUS  SPIRIT,   SOURCE   OF  BLISS.      463 


For  him  Thy  boundless  gifts  I  claim, 

The  heart  of  zeal,  the  tongue  of  flame  : 

To  him  the  wisdom  give  and  love 

That  blend  the  serpent  with  the  dove  : 

O  bring  Thy  rich  endowments  near, 

Of  counsel,  might,  and  hol}^  fear. 

Spirit  of  Fire,  pervade,  enfold. 

Consume  the  dross,  refine  the  gold  ; 

Spirit  of  Healing,  sweetly  rest 

On  every  wound  that  scars  his  breast. 

Spirit  of  Life  and  Light,  display 

Salvation's  full  and  finished  day, 

That  his  own  gladdened  soul  may  share 

The  gospel-wealth  his  lips  declare. 

Beyond  my  prayer,  beyond  my  thought, 

O  be  the  abundant  blessing  wrought ! 

In  him,  a  chosen  vessel,  place 

The  treasure  of  Thy  boundless  Grace ; 

Yea,  with  Thyself  his  spirit  fill ; 

There  reign,  and  work  Thy  sovereign  will. 


>^^c 


S.    C.   E.   NEVILLE. 

Author  of  Stcnday  Evenitig  Recreaitofi,  1836.     I  take  these  from  W.  C.  Wilson's 
Book  0/ General  Psalmody,  183S. 

/GRACIOUS  Spirit,  Source  of  bliss  ! 
^-^      Mercy  is  my  only  plea  ; 
All  I  want  is  simply  this, 

More  of  fellowship  with  Thee. 


464         EXGLISH  HVMAS   OF   \<)TH   CEXTL'RY 


Lord,  illuminate  my  soul, 

Shed  the  Light  of  Life  within  : 

Exercise  a  sweet  control. 

Free  me  from  the  power  of  sin. 

Rid  me  from  the  grasp  of  sense, 
Fruitful  source  of  all  my  grief: 

Let  Thy  sacred  influence 
Triumph  over  unbelief. 

Open  Christ's  eternal  Love 

In  its  depth  and  breadth  and  height ; 
Raise  this  grovelling  soul  above, 

WinfT  it  to  the  world  of  li<iht. 

Consecrate  me  for  Thine  own  ; 

In  this  body  deign  to  dwell  ; 
On  my  heart  erect  Thy  throne, 

Crush  the  thouirht  that  would  rebel. 


AT    PUBLIC   WORSHIP. 

TTOLY  Ghost,  Thy  power  impart 
-■-  -^     To  the  souls  assembled  here  : 
Give  the  understanding  heart ; 
Lord,  bestow  the  hearing  ear. 

Be  a  Tongue  to  him  who  speaks, 
Speaks  for  Jesus  Christ  alone  : 

Be  a  Guide  to  him  who  seeks 
Grace  and  mercv  at  the  Throne. 


I 


O  BREATHE  UPON  THIS  LANGUID  FRAME.     465 

Deepen,  Lord,  the  sense  of  sin, 

Fill  us  with  a  holy  zeal  : 
Crush  each  deadly  foe  within  ; 

On  our  hearts. the  promise  seal. 

Lord  of  Life,  we  look  to  Thee, 
Great  in  wisdom,  might,  and  love  : 

Let  Thy  presence  set  us  free  ; 

Grant  Thy  teaching,  Holy  Dove. 


5>iKc 


JOSL\H    CONDER,    1789-1S55. 

A  voluminous  author  both  in  prose  and  verse,  and  an  excellent  man.  In  1836  he 
edited  the  fir^t  official  Congregational  Hyvtn-Book,  inserting  in  it  56  hymns  of  his 
own,  among  them  this. 

Matthew  iii.  11. 

r\  BREATHE  upon  this  languid  frame, 
^^     Spirit  of  heavenly  might ! 
Baptize  me  with  the  vital  flame 
Of  purity  and  light. 

Descend  like  Heaven's  self-kindled  fire 

On  my  heart's  sacrifice. 
Till  self  in  flames- of  love  expire. 

In  clouds  of  incense  rise. 

Spring  up  within  this  flinty  heart, 

Well-spring  of  Life  divine  ! 
Health  to  my  feeble  pulse  impart ; 

Licrht  out  of  darkness  shine. 


466      ENGLISH  HYMNS  OF  \c)TH   CENTURY. 


O  Licrht  and  Power  I  O  Life  and  Love  ! 

Of  every  good  the  Source  ! 
Send  me  sweet  succor  from  above, 

To  speed  me  on  my  course. 

Instruct  me,  rule  me,  guide  my  feet, 

Mv  everv  thought  control. 
My  Teacher,  Patron,  Paraclete  ! 

Possess  and  guard  my  soul. 

Spirit  of  Christ,  sent  forth  from  Him, 

Yet  uncreate,  divine  ! 
Thine  are  the  songs  of  seraphim  ; 

All  human  praise  be  Thine. 


)>fKc 


CHARLOTTE    ELLIOTT. 


Formerly  of   Torquay,  now  of  Brigliton.      Our  first   and  second  selections  are 
pleasantly  characteristic  of  this  author  and  her  chief  occupations. 


INVOCATION. 

From  Hours  of  S arrow ,  1836. 

TD  LESSED  Spirit !  Thou  who  deignest 
-'-^     In  each  bosom  where  Thou  reiixnest 

Heavenly  thoughts  to  inspire  : 
Now,  Thy  gracious  influence  lending, 
With  mv  strain  its  virtue  blendinor. 

Wake  my  simple  lyre  ! 


FOR    THE   SICK.  467 

Let  it  breathe  some  hallowed  numbers, 
Ere  in  death  the  minstrel  slumbers 

Who  implores  Thy  skill  : 
Let  it  soothe  some  ear  that  listens, 
Let  it  dry  some  tear  that  gHstens, 

Ere  my  heart  be  still  ! 

There  are  bosoms  wrung  with  anguish. 
Mourners  who  in  silence  languish, 

Hidden  wounds  that  bleed. 
Heavenly  Comforter  of  sorrow  ! 
Balm  for  these  if  I  might  borrow, 

I  were  blest  indeed. 


FOR   THE    SICK. 

The  closing  piece  of  the  last  edition  (1854)  of  The  hivalicCs  Hymn-Book,  which 
Miss  Elliott  edited      It  is  there  headed,  "  To  the  Holy  Spirit." 

/^^OD  of  peace  and  consolation  ! 

^^      Human  sufferin(»;s  claim  Thv  care  : 

Now,  in  Thy  divine  compassion. 

Grant  Thy  feeble  suppliant's  prayer  : 
Through  these  simple  strains  impart 
Light  and  peace  to  many  a  heart. 

In  those  hours  of  sickness  lonely. 

When  the  body  finds  no  rest. 
And  the  soul  by  Thee,  Thee  only, 

Can  be  healed,  renewed,  and  blest. 
Fill  these  lines  with  heavenly  power  ! 
Cheer  by  them  each  suffering  hour. 


I 


46S       E.XGLISH  HYMNS   OF   \^th   CEXTURY. 


Let  each  page,  Thy  Truth  containing, 
Shine  illumined  with  Thy  light : 

With  free  Grace  and  Love  constrainin^f 
Make  the  darkened  spirit  bright ; 

And  as  earth's  fair  visions  fade, 

Let  Heaven's  glories  be  displayed. 


THE    REMEMBRANCER. 

John  xiv.   18. 
From   The  Invalid's  Hytnn-Book,  Second  Edition,   1841. 


TTOLY  Comforter  !  Who  guidest 

-^  Those  who  seek  Thine  aid  divine, 

Who  in  contrite  hearts  abidest, 

Now  amidst  my  darkness  shine  ! 
Thoufjh  around  me  waves  are  swelling 

And  the  storms  of  lite  increase. 
If  my  heart  be  made  Thy  dwelling, 

I  shall  still  be  kept  in  peace. 

'Tis  Thine  office,  blessed  Spirit, 

Christ's  Remembrancer  to  be  : 
Thoufjh  such  Grace  I  cannot  merit. 

Now  recall  His  words  to  me. 
Though  with  grief  my  heart  seems  broken, 

Thoucjh  the  waves  ofo  o'er  mv  soul, 
Every  word  by  Jesus  spoken 

Makes  the  wounded  spirit  whole. 


I 


TO    THE   COMFORTER.  469 

Gpd  of  peace  and  consolation  ! 

Pour  this  balm  upon  my  mind  ; 
In  my  Saviour's  Cross  and  Passion 

Streno-th  and  healing:  let  me  find. 
Is  the  outward  man  decaying? 

Be  the  inward  man  renewed  : 
Now,  Thy  power  and  Love  displaying, 

Cheer  my  mournful  solitude. 

Take  the  things  to  Christ  belonging, 

Manifest  His  Love  to  me  ; 
Check  these  thoughts  of  anguish,  thronging 

This  poor  heart,  resigned  to  Thee. 
Show  me  life  nor  death  can  sever 

From  my  soul  that  heavenly  Friend ; 
Tell  me  He  is  mine  for  ever 

And  will  love  me  to  the  end. 


>>e^c 


BISHOP   RICHARD   MANX,    1 776-1 848. 

Bishop  of  Killaloe,  1S20  ;  of  Down  and  Connor,  1S23 ;  and  of  Dromore,  1^-42: 
a  voluminous  writer  in  prose  and  verse.  Of  his  volume  oi  Ancie7it  Hyvitis,  1837, 
despite  the  title,  nearly  one  half  consists  of  Original  Hyjitus^  principally  of  Com- 
inemoratioii  aftd  Thaiiksgivi7ig  for  Christ's  Holy  Ordinances :  in  interest  and  im- 
portance they  are  far  above  his  translations.  His  learning,  devoutness,  and  scru- 
pulous accuracy  of  mind  leave  nothing  to  be  desired  in  his  hymns  but  lyrical  fire ; 
and  the  few  in  which  this  is  found  in  sufficient  degree  are  of  great  value. 


HYMN    TO    THE    COMFORTER    FOR  FAITH,   HOPE, 
AND    CHARITY. 

"  /^OME,  Holy  Ghost,  my  soul  inspire  !  " 
^^      Spirit  of  the  Almighty  Sire, 


Spirit  of  the  Son  Divine, 
Comforter,  Thy  gifts  be  mine  ! 


470      ENGLISH  HYMNS   OF  i^th   CENTURY, 

Holy  Spirit,  in  my  breast 
Grant  that  lively  Faith  may  rest, 
And  subdue  each  rebel  thoufjht 
To  believe  what  Thou  hast  taught. 

When  around  my  sinking  soul 
Gathering  waves  of  sorrow  roll, 
Spirit  blest,  the  tempest  still. 
And  with  Hope  my  bosom  fill. 

Holy  Spirit,  from  my  mind 
Thought,  and  wish,  and  will  unkind, 
Deed  and  word  unkind  remove, 
And  my  bosom  fill  with  Love. 

Faith,  and  Hope,  and  Charity, 
Comforter,  descend  from  Thee. 
"Thou  the  anointing  Spirit  art ;  " 
These  Thy  gifts  to  us  impart : 

Till  our  Faith  be  lost  in  sight, 
Hope  be  swalloxved  in  delight. 
And  Love  return  to  dwell  with  Thee 
In  the  Threefold  Deity. 

JAMES   EDMESTON,    1 791-1867. 

An  architect,  and  churchwnrden  of  St.  Barnabas,  Homerton  :  author  of  several 
volumes  of  sacred  verse.  These  two  are  taken  from  Collections,  and  I  cannot  answer 
for  th::  text. 

SUNDAY    MORNING. 
TTEAVENLY  Spirit !  may  each  heart 


n 


Throucrh  these  sacred  hours  be  Thine 


May  we  from  the  world  depart, 
Breathin^r  after  thinirs  divine. 


A    NEIV  SPIIUT. 

Lead  us  forth  with  joy  and  peace 
To  Thy  temple,  in  Thy  ways  ; 

And  when  this  sweet  da}^  shall  cease, 
May  its  sun  go  down  with  praise. 

May  Thy  ministers  declare 

All  Thy  Word  of  Truth  with  power, 
Till  the  sinner  bend  in  prayer, 

Conquered  in  that  mighty  hour. 

So  may  we  who  worship  here 
Profit  by  Thy  Word  to-day  ; 

And  more  love  and  peace  and  fear 
Carry  from  Thy  house  away. 


A   NEW   SPIRIT. 

From  the  Leeds  Sunday  School  Hynui-Book,  1862. 

TTOLY  Spirit,  come  renew  me, 
■^  -^     Make  me  holy,  make  me  just : 
I  am  evil ;  O  subdue  me 

To  His  yoke,  in  Whom  I  trust ! 

I  would  have  new  thought  and  feeling, 
New  desire  and  new  delicrht : 

o 

Grant,  O  grant  me  the  revealing 

Made  by  Thine  own  heavenly  light ! 

Make  me  love  my  God ;  and  serving 
Him  supremely  day  by  day. 

Without  wandering,  without  swerving. 
May  I  tread  the  heavenly  way  ! 


471 


472      ENGLISH  HYMNS  OF   icfni   CENTURY. 


ANONYMOUS,    1837-8. 


From  The  Comprehensive  Hymn-Book,  1837,  by  John  Campbell.  D.D., 
editor  of  the  British  Banner.  In  this,  says  Mr.  Sedgwick,  "  he  gave  many  for  tlie 
fust  time  from  Matthew  Wilks'  MSS."' 


OPIRIT  of  Life,  go  forth  ! 
^^     Let  Thy  great  Word  proceed, 
Dispensed  by  whom  Thou  wilt,  to  wake 
The  spiritually  dead. 
Send  forth  to  prophesy 
Thy  chosen  messenger ; 
And  Thou  the  Word  of  Life  apply, 
Constrain  the  world  to  hear  ! 

Lord,  while  at  Thy  command 
Thy  servants  prophe.sy, 
O  let  it  spread  through  every  land 
That  Thou  in  Christ  art  nigh  ! 
The  dead  professors  shake. 

And  wnth  Thy  quickening  Breath 
Make  Thou  their  lifeless  souls  to  wake 
Out  of  the  sleep  of  death  ! 


O   HOLY   SPIRIT,    COME! 

From  the  same.     Supposed  to  be  by  Willi.^m  Allen,  1835. 

/""^   HOLY  Spirit,  come 

^^     With  energy  divine  ! 
On  Nature's  deep  and  cheerless  gloom 
In  Truth's  bright  splendor  shine  ! 


THE  SPIRITS    WITNESS.  47, 

Come,  Holy  Spirit,  now, 

Sent  from  Messiah's  throne  ! 
Let  penitential  thoughts  outflow 
From  smitten  hearts  of  stone. 

O  Holy  Spirit,  come. 

And  speak  with  mercy's  voice  : 
O  come  and  make  each  heart  Thy  home  ; 
Let  every  soul  rejoice. 


THE    SPIRIT'S    WITNESS. 

Romans  viii.  16. 


This  and  the  next  two  are  from  William  Carns  Wilson's  Book  of  General 
Psalmody^  183S:  containing  1031  hymns,  and  probably  the  largest  hymnal  prepared 
for  use  in  the  English  Church  up  to  that  time. 


OPIRIT  of  Truth  and  Holiness, 
^^     Whose  comforts  never  fail, 
Earnest  of  everlasting  bliss, 

Thee,  Holy  Ghost,  we  hail ! 
The  Comforter  on  saints  bestowed, 
The  Witness  of  our  peace  with  God. 

Children  of  light  and  holiness 

We  "Abba  Father"  cry. 
In  Jesu's  Blood  and  Righteousness 

To  God  by  Thee  brought  nigh  : 
Of  His  adopting  Love  the  Seal, 
And  faithful  Teacher  of  His  Will. 


474       ENGLISH  HYMNS   OF   19/7/    CENTURY. 


The  livinix  fruits  of  holiness 
And  love  by  Thee  we  show  ; 

Thus  heirs  of  everlasting  bliss 
Ourselves  we  prove  below. 

This  witness  in  our  hearts  we  join, 

O  blessed  Comforter,  with  Thine. 

Spirit  of  Grace  and  Holiness, 
Still  give  us  light  and  joy  ; 

Fill  us  with  love,  keep  us  in  peace, 
Safe  for  the  world  on  high  : 

Of  Jesu's  faithful  Love  the  Seal, 

And  Teacher  of  His  holy  Will. 


THE    SPIRIT'S    HELP. 

Romans  viii.  26. 

OPIRIT  of  Power  !  to  Thee  I  cry  : 
^^     Look  on  in}'  soul's  infirmity  ; 
And  teach  me  even  my  utmost  need. 
That  I  may  seek  Thy  help  indeed. 

Spirit  of  Love!  I  ask  Thine  aid. 
That  all  my  sins,  before  me  laid, 
May  but  through  Thee  to  Jesus  guide, 
To  shelter  in  His  pierced  side. 

Spirit  of  Truth  !   O  teach  my  mind 
To  turn  from  subtleties  refined  ; 
And  seize  the  faith  that  makes  us  free 
In  all  its  meek  simplicity. 


FOR  AN  OUTPOURING.  475 

Spirit  of  Holiness  !  consecrate 

My  will,  my  heart  anew  create, 

Till  all  its  prime  affections  tend 

To  Thee,  their  Author  and  their  End. 

Spirit  of  Faith  !   O  give  me  wings 
To  soar  above  terrestrial  things, 
And  zeal,  to  fix  my  ardent  eyes 
Upon  the  bright  eternal  prize. 

Spirit  of  Joy  !  O  lead  me  on 
Through  life,  and  even  to  Thy  throne, 
Where  I  forever  may  abide, 
In  Jesus'  likeness  satisfied  ! 


FOR   AN    OUTPOURING. 

Isaiah  xxxii.   15. 

T^REATHE,  Holy  Spirit,  from  above, 
^-^     Until  our  hearts  with  fervor  glow  : 
O  kindle  there  a  Saviour's  love, 
True  sympathy  with  human  woe. 

Bid  our  conflicting  passions  cease. 

And  terror  from  each  conscience  flee  ; 

O  speak  to  every  bosom  peace, 

Unknown  to  all  who  know  not  Thee. 

Give  us  to  taste  of  heavenly  joy, 

While  here  we  celebrate  Thy  praise  ; 

Guide  us  to  wealth  without  alloy ; 
Our  hopes  to  cloudless  glory  raise. 


47 6      ENGLISH  HYMNS  OF  i^th   CENTURY, 

Extend  Thy  power  to  ever}^  place 

Where  Christ  is  named,  but  not  adored ; 

x\nd    teach    each   church,    through    sovereign 
Grace, 
Once  more  to  seek  and  serve  the  Lord. 

Pour  forth  Thy  light  on  heathen  lands 
Which  under  Satan's  thraldom  groan  : 

Turn  them  from  idols  made  with  hands 
To  bow  before  Immanuel's  throne. 

DIANA  A.    THRUPP,    1840. 

From  E.  H.  Bickersteth's  Psahns  and  Hymns,  1858. 

FOR   A   CHILD. 

/"^OME,  Holy  Spirit,  come ; 
^-^     O  hear  an  infant's  prayer ! 
Stoop  down  and  make  my  heart  Thy  home, 
And  shed  Thy  blessing  there. 

Thy  Light,  Thy  Love  impart, 
And  let  it  ever  be 
A  holy,  humble,  happy  heart, 
A  dwelling-place  for  Thee. 

Let  Thy  rich  Grace  increase 
Through  all  my  early  days 
The  fruits  of  righteousness  and  peace 
To  Thine  eternal  praise. 


FOR  EMBER    WEEK,  477 

HENRY   O'NEILE. 

From   The  Church  of  England  Magnzine,  1840. 

FOR   EMBER   WEEK. 

OPIRIT  divine  !  from  Whom 

^^     All  heavenly  gifts  do  come, 
Thy  suppliant  Church  now  lowl}^  turns  to  Thee. 

Her  chosen  servants  bless, 

Fountain  of  holiness  ! 
With  wisdom,  light,  and  inward  purity. 

Give  them  discerning  grace 

To  fill  Thy  sacred  place 
With  priests  and  pastors  for  the  Saviour  meet, 

Who  scorn  each  selfish  end. 

Willing  themselves  to  spend. 
And  seek  His  scattered  flock  with  patient  feet. 

Spirit  of  fire  !  impart 

Zeal  to  the  waiting  heart, 
And  clothe  the  glowing  tongue  with  words  divine  ; 

Like  to  gold,  fine  and  tried, 

Moulded  and  purified. 
Do  Thou  from  earthl}^  dross  their  thoughts  refine. 

Spirit  of  Love  !  control 

The  motions  of  each  soul. 
And  on  this  hour  Thy  dove-like  influence  shed : 

So  may  their  fervor  be 

Tempered  by  charity, 
And  with  the  Truth,  peace  and  good-will  be  spread. 


47^      ENGLISH  HYMNS  OF  icyrif   CENTURY. 


Spirit  of  comfort !   pour 

Thy  healing  unction  o'er 
The  troubled  Church,  and  all  her  discord  still 

For  one  harmonious  end 

Her  varied  powers  blend, 
And  with  Thyself  her  peaceful  precincts  fill ! 

ANONYMOUS.      "J.  C.  H." 

From   The  Church  of  Ettglatid  Magazine.  October,  1S42. 


/'"GRACIOUS,  free,  and  sovereign  Spirit, 
^^      With  Thy  presence  visit  me  ; 
All  my  plea  and  all  my  merit 

Is  in  Him  who  promised  Thee. 

Reign  within,  and  then  those  sorrows 
Which  oppre3s  this  sinking  heart  — 

Then  these  clouds,  now  big  with  horrors,  — 
At  Thy  beaming  shall  depart. 

When  to  dust  my  soul  is  cleaving. 

Quicken  me,  Thou  Lord  of  Life ; 

When  this  breast  'gainst  sin  is  heaving. 
Aid  me  in  the  mortal  strife. 

All  Thy  graces,  gentle  Teacher, 

Patience,  hope,  humility. 
Love,  peace,  joy,  — Thy  every  feature, 

Mighty  Spirit,  stamp  on  me  ! 


FOUNTAIN  OF  UFF.  479 

These  Thy  fruits,  and  not  my  merit, 

Shall  approve  me  in  that  Day 
When  Thou  bidst  Thy  saints  inherit 

Through  '^the  Life,  the  Truth,  the  Way." 

WILLIAM   PRESCOT   SPARKS. 

From   The  Cluirch  of  Efiglar.d  Mag-azine,  November,   1842. 

"POUNTAIN  of  Life,  most  pure,  most  bright! 
-^        Sun  of  the  soul,  the  spirit's  Light ! 
Great  Source  of  joy,  and  End  of  rest, 
For  ever  blessing,  ever  blest ! 

As  the  young  dayspring's  glorious  birth 
Calls  into  life  rejoicing  earth. 
And  with  new  beauty,  love,  and  power. 
Robes  field  and  stream  and  tree  and  flower : 

As  the  high  noon's  unbroken  blaze, 
Deep-searching  with  resistless  rays. 
From  frost-bound  caves  and  darksome  springs 
Wakes  rainbow  hues  and  radiant  things  : 

As  cooling  dews,  like  gentle  sleep 
On  hearts  that  bleed  and  eyes  that  weep 
In  the  sweet  hour  of  evening's  calm, 
On  feverish  earth  shed  heavenly  balm  : 

Shine  on  our  souls,  in  mercy  shine, 
Thou  living  Beam,  Thou  Fire  divine  ! 
Bid  sin's  distractinof  turmoil  cease. 
Thou  Comforter,  Thou  God  of  peace  ! 


4^0       ENGLISH  HYMNS  OF  i^rii   CENTURY. 

Lamp  of  the  Church,  the  polar  Star 
That  o'er  the  dark  world  gleams  afar, 
Gilding  the  Truth's  immortal  page 
Held  by  her  hand  from  age  to  age  : 

In  da3's  of  old  how  wondrously 
Men  drew  from  Thee  the  ricli  supply 
Of  grace  and  strength,  that  led  them  on 
Through  flood  and  flame  to  victory  won  ! 

Travelling  on  time's  dark  borders,  we 
Our  light  alone  derive  from  Thee  : 
The  same  as  in  the  days  gone  by 
Thou  art,  unseen,  yet  ever  nigh. 

The  suffering  Church  is  still  Thy  care  ; 
Thou  art  her  Guide,  her  hope,  her  prayer. 
Arm  of  the  Lord  !  put  forth  Thy  might 
To  shield  her  in  the  heathen's  sight. 

A  sevenfold  strength  she  needs,  to  stand, 
Obedient  to  her  Lord's  command, 
The  Truth's  firm  champion,  undismayed, 
Against  a  world  in  arms  arrayed. 

Her  lot  is  cast  in  evil  days 
Of  blasphemy,  and  crooked  ways, 
Where  open  force  meets  latent  guile. 
The  scorner's  threat,  the  traitor's  smile. 

A  waveless  faith,  a  judgment  clear, 
A  tempered  zeal,  a  holy  fear. 
She  asks  :  O  God  of  Grace,  do  Thou 
Grant  to  her  prayer  Thy  fulness  now  ! 


HOLY  SriRir   MYSTIC  DOVE. 


Armed  with  Thy  quick  and  two-edged  sword  — 
The  undefiled,  heart-piercing  Word,  — 
Along  the  path  her  fathers  trod 
Lead  her  to  glory  and  to  God  : 

That  path,  where  flowers  of  beauty  spring 
From  blood  of  martyrs'  suffering, 
Opened  by  Him  who  died  to  save, 
And  rose  victorious  from  the  grave. 

Spirit  of  Life  !  we  pray,  we  pray, 
As  on  Thine  old.  Thy  glorious  day, 
When  Thou  wert  found  the  saints  amonc^. 
With  rushing  wind  and  fier}'  tongue, 

Descend,  Almighty,  from  above 
On  beams  of  light,  on  wings  of  Love  ; 
Abide,  the  Church's  hallowed  Guest, 
Her  w^eal  Thy  care,  her  ark  Thy  rest ; 

Till  o'er  the  earth,  from  pole  to  pole. 
The  Truth's  full  ocean  broadly  roll, 
And  every  soul  a  temple  be. 
Meet,  holy  Lord,  for  Heaven  and  Thee  ! 


JOSEPH  JONES. 


Of   Bower  Hill,  Repton :    author  of  some  "theological  publications, 
and  of  Sacred  Rhymes,   1S42. 


TTOLY  Spirit,  mystic  Dove, 
Giver  Thou  of  light  and 
Come  in  mercy  and  in  might. 
Scatter  far  the  shades  of  niofht. 
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love  I 


482      ENGLISH  HYMNS  OF  \c)TH   CENTURY. 


We  are  feeble,  slumbering,  dead  ; 
But  reviving  influence  shed  ; 
Grace,  the  blest  celestial  dew. 
Might,  creating  all  things  new. 

Melt  and  purify  the  heart ; 
Health  and  strength  and  peace  impart. 
Fill  our  souls  with  faith  and  love, 
With  blest  hope  of  joys  above. 
Every  lofty  thought  expel ; 
Dwell  within  us,  ever  dwell  : 
Be  Thy  temple  every  breast, 
Cleansed,  and  made  Thy  place  of  rest. 

While  this  misty  vale  we  tread, 
By  Thy  power  ma}^  we  be  led  : 
Daily  give  us  victory  here 
Over  foes  and  over  fear. 
Daily  guide  us,  rule  and  bless ; 
Daily  cheer  us  in  distress : 
Give  us  life  and  give  us  peace, 
Holy  joys  that  shall  not  cease. 

Holy  Spirit,  mystic  Dove, 
Fill  our  souls  with  fervent  love  : 
Teacher,  Purifier,  Friend  ! 
On  Thy  goodness  we  depend. 
Pour  upon  us  brighter  light. 
More  of  life  and  more  of  might; 
All  we  need  till  life  is  o'er. 
Till  with  angels  we  adore. 


SPIRIT  OF  TRUTH,   III V  MIND   ILLUME.      483 


ANOTHER. 

OPIRIT  of  Truth  !   my  mind  illume  ; 
^^     Dispel  the  clouds  of  mental  gloom, 
And  bid  the  beams  of  Light  divine 
On  my  glad  soul  with  splendor  shine. 

Spirit  of  Grace  !   my  heart  renew  ; 
Its  hardness  and  its  pride  subdue  : 
Be  Thou  to  me  refiner's  Fire, 
And  fill  my  soul  with  blest  desire. 

Spirit  of  Might !   all  power  is  Thine  ; 
The  weakness  of  a  reed  is  mine  : 
But  in  Thy  strength  may  I  prevail, 
Nor  in  the  days  of  trial  fail. 

Spirit  of  Comfort !  in  distress 
My  soul  with  peace  and  patience  bless : 
In  days  of  gloom  and  hours  of  pain 
My  fluttering,  trembling  heart  sustain. 

Spirit  of  Goodness,  mystic  Dove  ! 
Fill  me  with  faith  and  hope  and  love  : 
Christ  to  my  inmost  soul  reveal, 
And  fix  upon  my  heart  Thy  seal. 

As  pass  the  hours  of  life  away. 
Thy  gifts.  Thyself  to  me  convey ; 
That  I  may  now  Thy  temple  be, 
Emptied  of  self,  and  full  of  Thee. 


484      ENGLISH  HYMNS   OF   ic^rii   CENTURY. 


HENRY   ALFORD,   D.D.,    1810-1871. 

Vicar  of  Wymeswold,  1835-1853:  in  1857  Dean  of  Canterbury.     From  his  Collec- 
tion of  Psalms  and  Hymns,  1844. 

O  AVIOUR,  Thy  Father's  Promise  send  : 
*^     Spirit  of  holiness,  descend  : 
Lo,  we  are  waiting  for  Thee,  Lord, 
All  in  one  place  with  one  accord. 

Come  and  convince  us  all  of  sin, 
Lighting  Thy  lamp  our  hearts  within  : 
Thy  temples,  but  alas,  how  slow 
Thy  presence  and  Thy  voice  to  know. 

Convince  us  all  of  Righteousness : 
By  that  great  Work  Thy  people  bless. 
Which  our  High  Priest  hath  wrought  alone, 
And  carried  to  His  Father's  throne. 

Of  judgment,  Lord,  convince  us  too  : 
Teach  us  in  Christ  all  things  to  view  : 
O  make  us  pure,  with  lightened  eyes, 
Harmless  as  doves,  as  serpents  wise. 


)>^.c 


NATHANIEL  MEERES. 

Curate  of  Cradley,  Worcestershire,  and  author  of  Original  Psalms  and  Hymns,  1845. 

OPIRIT  of  Life  and  Light,  descend, 
^^     While  we  bow  before  Thy  face  : 
On  Thee  alone  we  can  depend ; 

Grant  us.  Lord,  Thy  quickening  Grace  : 


FOR  A    BLESSING  ON  PREACHING.         48  = 

Waft  our  praises 
To  Thy  blessed  throne  on  high. 

Disperse  the  clouds  of  nature's  night : 

Shine  upon  our  dark  abode ; 
Reveal  Thy  blest  celestial  light 

As  we  journey  on  the  road  : 
Make  us  watchful 

For  the  coming  of  our  Lord. 

When  we  descend  the  vale  of  death, 
Lift  our  hopes  beyond  the  skies ; 

Thus,  when  we  yield  our  dying  breath, 
May  our  souls  to  glory  rise, 

And  with  angels 
Tune  our  harps  to  sound  Thy  praise. 

JOHN   LEIFCHILD,   D.D. 

From  his  Original  Hytntts  by  Various  Atithors,  1842. 

FOR   A   BLESSING    ON    PREACHING. 

T^TERNAL,  Holy  Spirit,  bend 
■^^     To  us  in  mercy  down  ; 
O  hear  Thy  suppliants,  and  descend 
Our  humble  work  to  crown. 

No  more  we  wait  the  rushincj  wind 
That  marked  Thy  viewless  wing  ; 

Breathe  softly  o'er  each  willing  mind 
As  earliest  breath  of  spring. 


4^6      EXGLISII  IIYMXS   OF  uyni   CENTURY, 


The  seed  by  us  in  winter  sown  — 

The  winter  of  the  heart  — 
Shall  soon  by  holy  fruits  be  known. 

If  Thou  Thine  aid  impart. 

No  more  we  ask  the  cloven  flame 

To  shed  a  glor}^  round ; 
Be  but  the  savor  of  Thy  Name 

On  us  like  unction  found. 

What  though  in  plain  unvarying  speech 

The  wanderers  home  we  call? 
'Tis  ours  with  childlike  art  to  teach, 

But  Thine  to  perfect  all. 

Yea,  uninstructed  lips  may  wake 

The  guilty  slumbering  soul, 
If  Thou  from  Heaven's  high  altar  take 

For  them  the  living  coal. 

What  though  no  more  our  potent  word 

The  demon  may  expel: 
Even  now,  where'er  in  faith  'tis  heard. 

No  rebel  sin  can  dwell. 

Do  Thou,  with  fructifying  shower, 

Complete  what  we  begin ; 
We  plant,  then  pray  Thine  heavenly  power 

To  ripen  all  wdthin. 


BLEST  SPIRIT,  FROM  THE  ETERNAL  SIRE.    487 


WILLIAM   MACLARDIE   BUNTING,    1805-1S66. 

An  eminent  Wesleyan  minister.     Thirty-five  of  his  hymns  appeared  in  Dr.  Leif- 
child's  Collection,   1842. 

"OLEST  Spirit,  from  the  Eternal  Sire 
-*-^     And  Son  proceeding,  promised,  sent! 
'Tis  Thine  the  first  good  thought  to  inspire ; 

By  Thee  the  obdurate  repent, 
The  penitent  by  Thee  beHeve, 
The  saints  Thy  hoHness  receive. 

Thy  Deity  the  saints  adore, 

Thy  offices  of  mercy  bless, 
Thy  help  in  utmost  need  implore, 

Thy  all-sufficiency  confess  ; 
Without  Thee,  wretched,  poor,  and  blind. 
Wealth,  wisdom,  joy,  in  Thee  they  find. 

If  e'er  to  forms  of  truth  I  gave 

The  homage  due,  great  Lord,  to  Thee, 

E'er  deemed  the  Cross  could,  spell-like,  save, 
While  yet  Thou  dwclledst  not  in  me ; 

Reprove  my  folly,  but  forgive. 

And  make  me  understand  and  live. 

Thou  gavest  the  Word,  and  must  apply ; 

Thou    knowest    the  Son,    and    must   make 
known  ; 
In  vain  He  died  and  rose  on  high, 

And  stoops  beseeching  from  His  throne, 
Till  Thou  this  alien  heart  prepare. 
And  gain  for  Christ  an  entrance  there. 


488       EXGLISII  HYMNS   OF   ic^TH    CENTURY. 

O  could  I  always  know  Thee  near, 
Midst  means  and  ministries  of  Grace, 

Thy  footstep  in  my  closet  hear. 
Thy  finger  on  my  Bible  trace  ! 

My  God,  here  find,  here  grant  Thy  rest, 

Pleased  Inmate  of  my  peaceful  breast ! 

Nor  me  alone  instruct,  rejoice  : 

All  souls  are  Thine  ;  teach,  comfort  all  I 

Let  each  soon  recognize  Thy  voice 
In  every  evangelic  call ; 

Each  feel  Thy  halcyon-rest  within. 

Calming  the  storms  of  dread  and  sin. 

Thus  searching  the  deep  things  of  God, 
And  witnessing  His  mind  to  us, 

Where'er  Peace  dwells  or  Truth  hath  trod. 
Reveal  Thy  own  true  Person  thus  ! 

And  with  all  Majesty  divine. 

All  praise,  blest  Spirit,  shall  be  Thine. 


>>«^.c 


ISAAC   WILLIAMS,   B.D.,    1S02-1S65. 

Rector  of  Bisley  from  1S42  to  1845:  a  voluminous  author  both  in  verse  and  prose. 
Several  of  his  translations  from  the  Latin  have  appeared  in  preceding  pages.  The 
three  following  pieces  are  from  his  Hynttis  on  the  Catechism,  1S43. 


I    BELIEVE    IN    THE    HOLY    GHOST. 

r\  HOLY  Ghost,  Who  didst  descend 
^^     At  hallowed  Whitsuntide, 
With  us,  until  the  world  shall  end, 
And  with  Thy  Church  abide  ! 


I 


O  HOLY  GHOST,    WHO   DIDST  DESCEND.      489 

Thou  earnest  like   the   wind,  with   rushing  mighty 

sound, 
And  fierv  toui^ues  were  seen  to  burn  on  all  around. 

Even  like  the  wind  Thou  earnest  down, 

With  footsteps  all  unseen  ; 
For  only  by  the  fruit  'tis  known 
Where'er  Thy  Grace  hath  been  : 
Thy  power  to  cheer  and  cleanse  is  seen  in   awful 

flame ; 
The  tongues   set   forth  Thy  will  the  Gospel  to  pro- 
claim. 

O  Holy  Ghost,  great  God  from  Heaven  ! 

I  tremble  at  Thy  name  ; 
For  he  shall  never  be  forgiven 
Who  sins  against  the  same. 
And  when  Thou  camest  down,  and  they  Thv  power 

belied. 
Then  Ananias  false  and  false  Sapphira  died. 

Thou  dwellest  with  Thy  Church  below. 

An  unseen  present  God  ; 
And  in  all  Christian  souls,  we  know. 
Thy  holy  feet  have  trod. 
O  Giver  of  all  light,  O  Giver  of  all  love  ! 
Fit   us    to    dwell   with  Thee  in  Thine  own  House 
above. 


490       ENGLISH  HYMNS  OF   i^TH   CENTURY. 


THE   COMMUNION    OF  SAINTS. 

r~\   HOLY  Ghost,  Thou  God  of  peace, 
^^      Pity  Thy  Church  now  rent  in  twain  ; 
Let  these  dissents  and  schisms  cease, 
And  let  us  all  be  one  again  : 

One  with  our  bretliren  here  in  love, 
And  one  with  saints  that  are  at  rest, 

And  one  with  angel-hosts  above. 
And  one  with  God  for  ever  blest. 

O  make  on  earth  all  churches  one, 
All  one  with  churches  gone  before ; 

All  knit  in  sweet  communion. 

To  love  Thee,  worship,  and  adore. 

For  love  is  life,  and  life  is  love, 

And  Thou  Thyself  art  Love  and  Life  ; 

And  we  in  Thee  shall  live  and  move, 
If  Thou  wilt  keep  us  free  from  strife. 


THE   BAPTISM    OF   THE    HOLY   GHOST 


r^LORY,  Holy  Ghost,  to  Thee, 


\J 


Who  the  saints  from  sin  dost  free, 


And  hast  washed  and  hallowed  me. 

Thou  didst  come  down  like  a  Dove, 
Opening  erst  the  heavens  above 
On  the  Son  of  God's  dear  Love : 


THOU  WHO   CAM  EST  FROM  ABOVF.. 


491 


So  Thou,  at  our  Baptism  given, 
Callest  us  to  homes  in  Heaven  ; 
Children,  and  of  God  forgiven. 

O  keep  us,  blessed  Trinity, 

In  substance  One,  in  Person  Three; 

For  we  are  all  baptized  in  Thee. 


JOHN  MASON  NEALE,  D.D.,   1S18-1866 

Warden  of  Sackville  v^oilege,  East  Grinstead,  and  one  of  the  most  remarkable 
men  of  our  time ;  eminent  alike  for  ability,  learning,  energy,  integrity,  and  devotion. 
"  His  life  was  divided  between  excessive  literary  toil  and  exhausting  labors  of  piety 
and  benevolence."  His  services  to  hymnody  were  invaluable,  and,  in  our  century  at 
least,  unsurpassed.  The  following  is  from  his  chief  untranslated  work.  Hymns  for 
Children,  1844. 

WHIT-SUNDAY. 


'THHOU  Who  camest  from  above, 

^       Bringing  light  and  shedding  love. 
Teaching  of  Thy  perfect  way, 
Giving  gifts  to  men  to-day  : 

Thou  Who  once  didst  change  our  state, 
Making  us  regenerate, 
Help  us  evermore  to  be 
Faithful  subjects  unto  Thee. 

Where  Thou  art  not,  none  can  do 
What  is  holy,  just,  and  true  ; 
Those  whose  hearts  Thy  wisdom  leads 
Think  good  thoughts  and  do  good  deeds. 


492       ENGLISH  HYMNS   OF  \c)Th   CENTURY. 

We  have  often  grieved  Thee  sore ; 
Never  let  us  orrieve  Thee  more. 
Thou  the  feeble  canst  protect, 
Thou  the  wandering  canst  direct. 

We  are  dark  —  be  Thou  our  Lic^ht. 
We  are  blind  —  be  Thou  our  Sight. 
Be  our  Comfort  in  distress ; 
Guide  us  through  the  wilderness. 

To  the  blessed  Three  in  One, 
To  the  Father  and  the  Son 
And  the  Holy  Ghost,  arise 
Praise  from  all  below  the  skies. 


ANONYMOUS,    1844. 

From  the  Comprehensive  Edition  of  Rlppon's  Selection^  1844. 

T3LEST  Comforter,  Balm  of  the  mind, 
^-^     Long  have  I  Thy  absence  deplored 
Nor  peace  nor  contentment  can  find, 
Till  Thou  to  my  soul  art  restored. 

With  comfort  I  once  passed  the  day, 
With  comfort  I  laid  me  to  rest ; 

But  now  Thou  art  fled  far  away, 
And  sorrow  oppresseth  my  breast. 

Return  and  revive  me  once  more 
With  joys  that  are  pure  and  divine  : 

Thy  presence  is  what  I  implore : 
O  grant  it,  and  comfort  is  mine. 


I 


O   SPIRIT  OF  LOVE.  493 

But  if  Thou  delay  to  impart 

The  earnest  and  foretaste  of  Heaven : 

In  duty  I  '11  give  Thee  my  heart, 
And  wait  till  the  blessing  is  given. 

And  should  it  yet  tarry  awhile, 
Yea,  till  I'm  resigning  my  breath, 

O  step  in  and  give  me  a  smile, 
And  let  me  find  comfort  in  death. 

BISHOP  JOHN   HARDING,   D.D. 

Bishop  of  Bombay,  1851.     This  is  from  Hytnns/or  Church  Sunday  Schools,  1847. 

r\  SPIRIT  of  Love,  Who  dwellest  on  high, 
^-^^      Descend  from  above,  and  answer  our  cry. 
Thou  ne'er  hast  denied  us  the  blessings  we  crave  ; 
Unerring  to  guide  us,  and  mighty  to  save. 

All  fallen  and  weak,  polluted  and  blind. 
Thy  comfort  we  seek.  Thy  light  in  the  mind. 
Thy  strength  against  evil.  Thy  succor  within, 
To  combat  the  devil  and  overcome  sin. 

Though   laden  with  guilt  and  covered  with  shame. 
Revive  us  Thou  wilt  with  the  Blood  of  the  Lamb. 
Receiving  His  merit  for  peace  to  the  soul. 
The  broken  in  spirit  are  perfectly  whole. 

Thou  Comforter  true  to  the  children  of  Grace, 
Their  love  is  Thy  due,  their  worship  and  praise. 
To  Thee  with  the  Father,  to  Thee  with  the  Son, 
Our  homaf^e  we  offer  :  The  Godhead  is  One. 


494        ENGLISH  HYMNS  OF  \^th   CENTURY. 


JULIA   C.    GRIMANI. 

From  her  Sacred  Lyrics,  1S49. 
I  Corinthians  iii.  16. 

OPIRIT,  that  dwellest  where  the  stream 

^^     Of  life  is  ever  flowing, 

Where  round  ihe  Throne  the  rainbow's  beam 

Its  emerald  lioht  is  throwinij. 
Where  bright  and  holy  seraphim 

Are  bending  to  adore  Thee, 
And  even  their  radiant  forms  seem  dim 

To  Thine  eternal  glory  : 
Where  all  is  fitted  for  Thy  rest, 

And  worthy  even  Thee, 
So  beautiful  it  is,  so  blest, 

So  calm  in  purity  ! 

Yet  not  in  Heaven's  light  alone 

Is  fixed  Thy  glorious  dwelling, 
As  in  Thy  holy  Book  Thine  own 

Celestial  voice  is  telling. 
For  Thou,  O  Spirit,  deignest  to  seek 

A  temple  for  Thy  Name, 
An  earthly  temple,  in  the  weak 

And  sinful  human  frame  : 
Not  to  consume  upon  that  slirine 

The  tremblinii  licrht  of  earth. 
But  to  impart  the  Breath  divine 

Which  gave  that  light  its  birth. 


I 
1 


O  HOLY  GHOST,    THE   COMFORTER.        495 

If  every  voice  that  e'er  has  breathed 

Thy  glory  were  confessing, 
If  ever\^  dying  sigli  bequeathed 

To  Thee  an  endless  blessing  ; 
If  on  each  wave  of  Time's  swift  stream 

The  liglit  of  love  could  glow, 
If  the  dark  waters  'neath  its  beam 

Could  praise  Thee  as  they  flow, 
Then,  blending  in  the  eternal  Sea 

That  laves  the  heavenly  Shore, 
Bear  w^ith  those  sparkling  waves  to  Thee 

Glory  for  evermore  : 
That  love,  that  glor}^  all  would  seem, 

If  balanced  with  Thy  Grace, 
A  passing  shade,  a  vanished  dream, 

A  cloud  in  boundless  space. 

O  take  the  faint,  weak  breath  of  praise 

Which  Thou  Thyself  hast  taught, 
And  let  me  through  eternal  days 

Adore  Thee  as  I  ought. 
Yes,  for  that  dear  Redeemer's  sake 

By  Whom  Thine  aid  is  given, 
Abide  with  me  through  life,  and  make 

My  soul  Tiiine  own  in  Heaven. 

MISS  J.   E.   BROWNE. 

From  The  Dove  on  the  Cross,  and  other  Thoughts  in  Verse,  1849. 

r\   HOLY  Ghost,  the  Comforter, 
^-^      How  is  Thy  Love  despised. 
While  the  heart  longs  for  sympathy, 
And  friends  are  idolized. 


49<5         ENGLISH  HYMNS  OF  i^T/l   CENTURY. 

O  Spirit  of  the  living  God, 

Brooding  with  dove-hke  wings 

Over  the  helpless  and  the  weak 
Among  created  things  : 

Where  should  our  feebleness  find  strength, 

Our  helplessness  a  stay. 
Didst  Thou  not  bring  us  strength  and  help 

And  comfort  day  by  day  ? 

O  Spirit  of  the  living  God, 

In  Whom  our  spirits  live, 
Who  from  the  cradle  to  the  grave 

Dost  never  cease  to  give 

Such  sustenance  and  daily  bread. 
Showered  down  in  bounteous  meed. 

Such  streams  of  living  water, 
As  our  fainting  spirits  need  : 

Great  are  Thy  consolations,  Lord, 

And  mighty  is  Thy  power. 
In  sickness  and  in  solitude. 

In  sorrow's  darkest  hour. 

O  if  the  souls  that  now  despise 

And  grieve  Thee,  heavenly  Dove, 

Would  seek  Thee  and  would  welcome  Thee, 
How  would  they  prize  Thy  Love  ! 


* 


ETERNAL   FORMER   OF   THE  HOLY  ML\D.    497 


ROBERT  MONTGOMERY. 


Author  of  Luther,  Satan,  and  other  epics,  and  of  two  less  ambitious  but  perhaps 
more  attractive  volumes,  The  Christian  Life,  1S48,  and  Lyra  Christiana,  1851. 
From  the  latter,  which  is  a  volume  of  extracts  from  his  other  poems,  these  selections 
are  taken. 


T^TERNx\L  Former  of  the  holy  mind, 

"'-^     Vicar  of  Christ !  Who  art  to  men  redeemed 

Soul  of  their  souls,  and  Light  of  light  within, 

Vast  in  Thy  sway,  and  viewless  in  Thy  strength, 

How  full,  how  free,  unfathomed,  undefined, 

Yet  felt,  art  Thou,  in  purity  and  power  ! 

Thou  o'er  the  chaos  of  the  earth  newborn 

Didst  move,  and  print  it  with  Thy  plastic  seal 

And  inspiration.      Beauty  hence  began  ; 

Order,  and  shape,  and  symmetry  arose ; 

For  Thou  of  all  the  Consummator  art, 

In  the  green  earth  or  garnished  heaven  displayed ; 

And  Nature  still  is  but  Thine  organ,  moved 

Responsive  to  the  impulse  of  Thy  sway  terrene. 

Her  laws,  and  lineaments,  and  loveliness, 

Are  but  expressions  of  Thy  shaping  will, 

The  outward  index  to  Thine  inward  hand 

Creative  :  beautv  is  Thv  vital  power  ; 

Grandeur  and  Grace  Thine  intimations  are. 

And  Second  Causes  form  but  stepping-stones 

O'er  which  Thou  marchest  to  Thy  works  and  ways. 


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49^        ENGLISH  HYMNS  OF  \^th   CENTURY. 
SINGLE      VERSES 

Extracted  from  his  Poems. 

/^^OME,  Holy  Spirit,  mystic  Dove, 
^^-^     Thine  innocence  from  Heaven  impart 
Our  hate  transform  to  heavenly  love, 
And  build  Thy  temple  in  our  heart. 


O  PIRIT  of  Wisdom  !  pure  and  perfect  Light ! 
^^     Come  from  Thy  region  of  celestial  Grace ; 
Through  the  bad  gloom  of  unbelieving  night 
Dart  the  mild  beams  of  Thy  majestic  face. 
By  loving  Thee,  saints  learn  to  grow  divine. 
And  as  they  live,  resemble  Thee  and  Thine. 


TT^EEP  Spirit  of  divinest  calm, 

^^     Descend,  and  soothe  unquiet  hearts  : 

Breathe  o'er  each  ruffled  mind  the  balm 

Thy  perfect  nobleness  imparts  : 
And  then,  O  Lord,  Thy  saints  will  be 
Secure  in  heaven,  and  safe  in  Thee. 


ANNE   BRONTE,    1820-1849. 

The  youngest  of  the  three  famous  sisters,  whose  touching  history  is  well  known. 
Her  few  hymns  were  given  by  Charlotte  Bronte  in  the  biographical  sketch  of  Ellis 
and  Acton  Bell,  published  in  1850. 

O PIRIT  of  Truth,  be  Thou  my  Guide  ! 
*^     O  clasp  my  hand  in  Thine, 
And  let  me  never  quit  Thy  side ; 
Thv  comforts  are  divine. 


GREAT  SPIRIT,   LIKE  A    RUSHING    WIND.     499 


Pride  scorns  Thee  for  Thy  lowly  mien, 

But  who  like  Thee  can  rise 
Above  this  toilsome  sordid  scene, 

Beyond  the  holy  skies? 

Weak  is  Thine  eye  and  soft  Thy  voice 

But  wondrous  is  Thy  might 
To  make  the  wretched  soul  rejoice. 

To  give  the  simple  light. 

And  still  to  all  that  seek  Thy  way 

This  magic  power  is  given ; 
Even  while  their  footsteps  press  the  clay 

Their  souls  ascend  to  Heaven. 


■oo>€s:c 


BENJAMIN   SAMUEL   HOLLIS. 


Formerly  minister  of  Islington  Chapel.     In  1849  he  published  The  One  Book  0/ 
Psalms  a7id  Hyiiins. 


/'"^REAT  Spirit,  like  a  rushing  wind, 
^-^      Diffuse  abroad  Thy  Grace  : 
Now  let  the  careless  sinner  find 
That  God  is  in  this  place. 

Assist  the  preacher  to  proclaim 
With  living  power  Thy  Word, 

The  glories  of  His  Saviours  Name, 
The  mercies  of  his  God. 


500        ENGLISH  HYMNS  OF  i^th   CENTURY. 


Sit  on  our  heads  like  cloven  tongues, 

Our  grovelling  spirits  raise ; 
Devout  and  cheerful  be  the  songs 

That  speak  Thy  lofty  praise. 

Lord,  we  are  dark  ;  be  Thou  our  Light ! 

And  cold  ;  be  Thou  our  Fire. 
Lord,  we  are  weak;  be  Thou  our  Might! 

And  dead  ;  Thy  Life  inspire  I 

Hear  how  our  pleading  voices  cry, 

"Come,  Holy  Spirit,  come  ! 
Our  drooping  spirits  vivify. 

And  make  our  hearts  Thy  home." 


THE   SPIRIT'S    POWER   AND    LOVE. 

Tliis  and  the  three  following  are  from  Mr.  Hollis'  Collection,  and  are  supposed 
to  be  his.     The  chorus  is  meant  to  follow  each  verse  here. 

f~\   HOLY  Ghost,  we  praise  Thy  Name, 
^-^     With  God  the  Father  and  the  Word  : 
All  Thy  perfections  are  the  same. 

Co-equal,  co-eternal  Lord  I 
We  sing,  with  all  the  heavenly  host. 
The  Godhead  of  the  Holv  Ghost. 


This  wondrous  world  was  wholly  wrought 
To  order  b}^  Thy  potent  Will, 

And  all  is  with  Thy  goodness  fraught. 
And  every  part  proclaims  Thy  skill. 


A'EIV  CREATION. 


501 


Through  what  mysterious  events 

Our  guilty  souls  to  Christ  were  led  ! 
Praise  to  Thy  ruling  Providence, 
That  brought  us  from  among  the  dead  ! 

'Tis  by  Thy  mighty  Grace  we  stand, 

Nor  are  we  ever  safe  alone  ; 
And  all  who  gain  the  Heavenly  Land 

Thy  love,  and  power,  and  keeping,  own. 
We  sing,  with  all  the  heavenly  host. 
The  Godhead  of  the  Holy  Ghost. 


NEW   CREATION. 

T  TOLY  Ghost,  whose  potent  word 
-*■  -*-     Earth's  primeval  chaos  heard, 
Hurling  back  the  shades  of  night, 
Turning  darkness  into  light ; 
Ma}^  a  ruined  creature's  cry 
Importune  Thy  Majesty? 

All  my  restless  pride  subdue. 
All  my  shattered  powers  renew  ; 
My  disordered  will  control, 
New-create  my  wretched  soul : 
By  Thy  life-inspiring  Breath 
Scatter  all  these  shades  of  death. 

Shall  the  earth  all  vocal  be 
With  the  praise  of  Deity, 


502         ENGLISH  HYMNS   OF   197//   CENTURY. 

And  mv  soul  a  blank  appear, 
Dumb  and  deaf  and  dead  and  drear? 
Light  of  Life  !  to  Thee  I  pray  ; 
Turn  my  darkness  into  day. 


THE    SPIRIT    OF    ADOPTION. 


(In  imitation  of  Charles  Wesley.) 
Romans  viii.  15. 

O  PIRIT  of  God  !  I  cannot  rest 

^^     Till  with  the  glorious  hope  possest, 

The  sense  of  sin  forgiven  : 
O  let  me  not  my  soul  deceive, 
Without  the  inward  w^itness  live, 

The  antepast  of  Heaven. 

Whate'er  prevents  assuring  Grace, 
Whatever  beclouds  Thy  smiling  face, 

Great  Comforter  !  remove  : 
Now  let  my  soul  to  God  draw  nigh, 
And  freely  Abba^  Father  cr}^ 

And  prov^e  redeeming  Love. 

This  hallowed  joy  my  strength  shall  be, 
I'liis  confident  access  to  Thee, 

My  Father  reconciled  : 
Thy  Love  shall  purify  my  heart. 
Thy  smiles  fresh  energy  impart. 

To  converse  as  Thy  child. 


THE  ETERNAL   SITIUT. 


503 


FREDERIC  WILLIAM  FABER,  D.D.,  iS  15-1863. 


He  entered  the  Roman  communion  in  1S46,  and  in  1849  established  the  Brother- 
hood of  the  Oratory  of  St.  Philip  Neri.  His  Jesus  and  Mary,  or  Catholic  Hymns., 
appeared  1849  (enlarged  1852),  and  his  collected  Hymns,  8vo,  1862. 


THE   ETERNAL   SPIRIT. 

1849  or  1S52. 

T7OUNTAIN  of  Love  !  Thyself  true  God  ! 
"*■        Who  through  eternal  days 
From  Father  and  from  Son  hast  flowed 
In  uncreated  ways  ! 

O  Majesty  unspeakable  ! 

O  Person  all  divine  ! 
How  in  the  Threefold  Majesty 

Doth  Thy  Procession  shine  ! 

Fixed  in  the  Godhead's  awful  light 

Thy  fiery  Breath  doth  move  ; 
Thou  art  a  wonder  by  Thyself 

To  worship  and  to  love. 

Proceeding,  yet  of  equal  age 

With  Those  whose  Love  Thou  art ; 

Proceeding,  yet  distinct,  from  Those 
From  whom  Thou  seem'st  to  part : 

An  undivided  Nature,  shared 

With  Father  and  with  Son ; 
A  Person  by  Thyself;  with  Them 

Thy  simple  essence  One  ! 


504        ENGLISH  HYMNS  OF  i()TH   CENTURY. 

Bond  art  Thou  of  the  other  Twain  ! 

Omnipotent  and  free, 
The  consummating  Love  of  God, 

The  limit  of  the  Three  ! 

Thou  Hmitest  Infinity, 

Thyself  all  infinite  ; 
The  Godhead  lives  and  loves  and  rests 

In  Thine  eternal  light. 

I  dread  Thee,  Unbegotten  Love  ! 

True  God  !  Sole  Fount  of  Grace  ! 
And  now  before  Thy  blessed  throne 

My  sinful  self  abase. 

Ocean,  wide-flowing  Ocean  Thou 

Of  uncreated  Love  : 
I  tremble  as  within  my  soul 

I  feel  Thy  waters  move. 

Thou  art  a  Sea  without  a  shore ; 

Awful,  immense  Thou  art; 
A  Sea  which  can  contract  itself 

Within  my  narrow  heart. 

And  yet  Thou  art  a  Haven  too 
Out  on  the  shoreless  sea, 
_     A  Harbor  that  can  hold  full  well 
Shipwrecked  humanity. 

Thou  art  an  unborn  Breath  outbreathed 

On  angels  and  on  men, 
Subduinir  all  thincrs  to  Thvself, 

We  know  not  how  or  when. 


I 


HOLY  GHOST,    COME   DOWN. 


505 


Thou  art  a  God  of  fire,  that  doth 
Create  while  He  consumes ; 

A  God  of  light,  whose  rays  on  earth 
Darken  where  He  illumes  ! 

All  things,  dread  Spirit !  to  Thy  praise 
Thy  presence  doth  transmute  ; 

Evil  itself  Thy  glory  bears, 
Its  one  abiding  fruit. 

O  Light,  O  Love,  O  very  God ! 

I  dare  no  longer  gaze 
Upon  Thy  wondrous  Attributes 

And  their  mysterious  ways. 

O  Spirit,  beautiful  and  dread  ! 

My  heart  is  fit  to  break 
With  love  of  Th}^  humility 

For  us  poor  sinners'  sake. 

Thy  Love  of  Jesus  I  adore  : 

My  comfort  this  shall  be. 
That  when  I  serve  my  dearest  Lord 

That  service  worships  Thee  ! 


HOLY   GHOST,    COME    DOWN    UPON    THY 
CHILDREN. 

1854  or  1862.     In  the  original  the  first  verse  is  added  as  a  refrain  to  every  stanza. 

T  TOLY  Ghost,  come  down  upon  Thy  children, 
•^  -*-     Give  us  Grace,  and  make  us  Thine  ; 
Thy  tender  fires  within  us  kindle, 
Blessed  Spirit !  Dove  Divine  ! 


* 


5o6        ENGLISH  HYMJVS  OF  i^th  CENTURY. 

For  all  within  us  good  and  holy 
Is  from  Thee,  Thy  precious  gift ; 

In  all  our  joys,  in  all  our  sorrows, 
Wistful  hearts  to  Thee  we  lift. 

For  Thou  to  us  art  more  than  father. 
More  than  sister  in  Thv  Love, 

So  gentle,  patient,  and  forbearing, 
Holy  Spirit !  heavenly  Dove 


O  w^e  have  grieved  Thee,  gracious  Spirit ! 
.     Wayward,  wanton,  cold  are  we  ; 
And  still  our  sins,  new  every  morning. 
Never  yet  have  wearied  Thee. 

Dear  Paraclete  !  how  hast  Thou  waited 
While  our  hearts  were  slowly  turned  ! 

How^  often  hath  Thv  Love  been  sli^-hted, 
While  for  us  it  grieved  and  burned  ! 

Now,  if  our  hearts  do  not  deceive  us, 
We  would  take  Thee  for  our  Lord ; 

O  dearest  Spirit  I  make  us  faithful 
To  Thv  least  and  licrhtest  word. 

Ah,  sweet  Consoler  !  though  we  cannot 

Love  Thee  as  Thou  lovest  us, 
Yet  if  Thou  deign'st  our  hearts  to  kindle, 

They  will  not  be  always  thus. 

With  hearts  so  vile  how  dare  w^e  venture, 

Holy  Ghost,  to  love  Thee  so? 
And  how  canst  Thou  with  such  compassion 

Bear  so  long  with  things  so  low  ? 


O  FOR    THOSE  SOLITARY  HOURS. 


507 


Holy  Ghost,  come  down  upon  Thy  children, 
Give  us  Grace,  and  make  us  Thine  ; 

Thy  tender  fires  within  us  kindle, 
Blessed  Spirit,  Dove  divine  ! 


3>f«c: 


MATTHEW   BRIDGES. 


He  entered  the  Roman  Church  about  1848.     Author  of  various  books,  from  1825 
to  1864.     From  his  Hymns  of  the  Heart,  1848-51. 


f~\  FOR  those  solitary  hours 

^^     When  Grace  descends  in  silent  showers 
When  all  the  Visible  withdraws 
In  solemn,  fitful,  awfi.U  pause, 
And  memory,  like  a  glassy  sea, 
Looks  up  in  calmness.  Lord,  to  Thee  ! 

Then  let  Thine  image  on  this  heart 
Be  deeply  felt  in  every  part : 
Each  motion  of  the  will  subdue, 
Inform,  correct,  instruct,  renew  ; 
The  motives  guide,  the  thoughts  refine. 
Thyself  the  Type,  from  line  to  line. 

Come  then.  Thou  Holy  Spirit,  come, 
And  worthy  make  a  worthless  home ; 
All  folly  into  wisdom  turn. 
And  let  me  live,  to  love  and  learn  ; 
Pride  with  its  piteous  dross  consume, 
And  lay  in  lowliness  its  tomb. 


5o8         ENGLISH  HYMNS   OF   i^TH   CENTURY. 

Eternal,  brooding,  glorious  Dove  ! 
Breathe  sweetly  from  Thy  throne  above ; 
The  weight  of  every  wave  control, 
Be  Thou  the  Conscience  of  my  soul, 
Till,  self  absorbed,  I  sit  and  sing 
Beneath  the  shadow  of  Thy  wing. 

Through  Thee  let  all  the  peace  of  Heaven 

In  every  sacrament  be  given  ; 

The  precious  Eucharistic  Bread, 

That  Body  of  our  Priest  and  Head, 

O  let  it  prove  my  ransom  price, 

A  daily  paschal  sacrifice  ! 

So,  dead  to  sin,  when  Thou  art  near, 
Preserve  me  from  corruption  clear ; 
Feed  me  with  rich  celestial  food. 
Whilst  trials  rage,  yet  work  for  good ; 
Till  final  perseverance  crown 
The  conflict  Thou  hast  made  Thine  own  ! 


Dj«<C 


EDWARD    CASWALL.      Born  1S14. 

He  became  a  Romanist  in  1847:  Priest  of  the  Oratory,  Birmingham:  author  of 
Lyra  Caiholica.     From  his  Poems ^  1S58. 

r^  RACE  Increate  ! 
^-^      From  Whose  vivific  fire 
All  acts  that  to  immortal  glory  tend 
Their  force  acquire  ! 


\ 


I 

I 


GRACE  INCREATE!  509 

Hall,  Life  of  life  ! 
Hail,  Paraclete  divine  ! 
All  justice,  sanctity,  obedience,  love, 
And  truth,  are  Thine. 

Thou  in  the  Blood 
Of  Him  who  died  for  men, 
B}^  sacramental  element  applied, 
Dost  wash  us  clean. 

Thou  to  the  deeds 
Of  every  passing  hour 
In  Thee  performed,  impartest  merit  new 
And  heavenl}'^  power. 

From  grace  to  grace 
O  grant  me  to  proceed  ; 
And  with  assisting  hand  my  faltering  steps 
To  Sion  lead  ! 

So  may  I  mount 
In  peace  the  holy  hill ; 
And  safe  at  last  by  Life's  eternal  Fount, 
There  drink  my  fill ! 


5IO        ENGLISH  HYMNS  OF  \<)TH   CENTURY. 


ARTHUR  TOZER  RUSSELL,  B.C.L.     Born   i8o6. 


Of  St.  John's  College,  Cambridge  ;  1830-1852  Vicar  of  Caxton  :  s'nce  then  he  has 
held  several  preferments,  and  is  now  incumbent  of  Wellington,  Salop.  Author  of  sev- 
eral prose  works,  and  of  Psalms  and  Hymns,  partly  Original,  partly  Selected,  Cam- 
bridge, 1851.  This  very  interesting  little  volume,  which  is  now  scarce,  consists  almost 
entirely  of  translations  and  originals  from  his  own  pen,  and  has  given  him  rank  among 
the  half-dozen  most  important  translators  from  the  German.  His  originals,  however, 
are  equal  or  superior  to  his  translations. 


TTOLY  Spirit,  given 

■^  For  our  Guide  to  Heaven, 

Gift  of  Love  divine  ! 
Us  with  peace  consoling, 
Every  ill  controlling. 
On  our  darkness  shine  ! 
Come,  faith,  hope,  and  love  increasing, 
Fill  our  hearts  with  joy  unceasing. 

O  Lord  and  Life-giver, 
Dwell  with  us  for  ever ; 
Heavenly  life  inspire  : 
All  within  renewing. 
With  Thy  Grace  enduing 

Heart,  mind,  thought,  desire: 
Fount  of  Life  for  ever  flowing, 
Grace  and  peace  on  us  bestowing. 

Fill  our  meditation 
With  Thine  inspiration  : 


I 


» 


O  THOU  WHO  BY  THE  LORD  WAST  GIVEX.      511 

Graft  in  us  Thy  Word : 
O  may  we,  possessing 
Thine  all-fruitful  blessing, 
Glorify  our  Lord, 
Following  Him  with  faiih  unfeigned, 
Till  we  have  His  Rest  attained. 

Only  through  His  merit 
We  Thine  aid  inherit: 

By  His  Name  we  plead : 
Never  let  us  grieve  Thee, 
But  with  thanks  receive  Thee, 
Fulness  of  our  need  1 
Both  in  joy  and  in  affliction. 
Crown  us  with  Thy  benediction. 


O   THOU,   WHO    BY   THE    LORD   WAST   GIVEN. 

From  the  Dalston  Hymns,  184S  (see  p.  515) :  also  found  in  his  book,  1851. 

r\  THOU  Who  by  the  Lord  wast  given, 
^-^^      In  tongues  of  nre  to  spread  His  praise  ! 
Now  on  our  souls,  with  fire  from  Heaven, 

Descend,  and  bless  these  latter  days ; 
Till  all  the  earth  His  praise  proclaim, 
And  every  tongue  confess  His  Name. 

Blest  Comforter  and  Guide,  defend  us. 
Whose  Saviour  dwells  unseen  on  high ; 

But  if  Thy  light  and  power  attend  us, 
We  still  shall  feel  His  presence  nigh. 

O  be  our  strength,  our  shield,  our  might. 

And  bring  us  to  the  land  of  light. 


512        ENGLISH  HYMNS  OF  i^rn   CENTURY. 


WHIT-SUNDAY. 

IVTOW  is  the  Church's  joyous  feast, 
^  ^      Day  of  her  coronation  ! 
O  be  thy  joy  this  day  increased, 

Clirist's  consecrated  nation  I 
O  Holy  Ghost,  of  Life  the  Lord, 

Descend  with  gifts  of  blessing. 
Thou  by  our  prayers  again  implored, 

Our  tongues  Thy  might  confessing. 

Touch  Thou  our  lips  with  fire  of  love. 

From  Love's  true  Home  descending  : 
Almight}^  Spirit,  from  above 

Come,  Satan's  kingdom  rending. 
Thy  herald-host  send  forth  again. 

Their  minds  with  Truth  inspiring  : 
O  may  Thy  zeal  wdthin  them  reign. 

Pure,  peaceable,  untiring. 

O  come,  the  idol-train  destroy, 

All  tongues  in  one  uniting ; 
Christ's  Church  cleanse  Thou  from  all  alloy, 

On  all  His  fold  alighting. 
O  Holy  Ghost !  His  promised  sway 

Haste  Thou,  all  hearts  preparing; 
In  holiness  tiie  earth  array, 

Again  Thy  presence  sharing. 


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HOLY  GHOST,    WHO    OS  INSTRUCTEST.     5 13 


BLEST   COMFORTER,    WHO    DIDST    INSPIRE. 

TI)LEST  Comforter,  Who  didst  inspire 
^^     The  Apostles'  glorious  company, 
O  kindle  through  the  earth  that  fire, 

That  light  which  beams  from  God  on  high. 

O  speak  with  Thine  own  power  the  Word 
Of  Jesus  ;  speak  His  Name  divine  : 

His  Name  by  every  land  be  heard ; 
O  may  o'er  all  His  glory  shine. 

Let  lonij-lost  Israel  agrain 

Return,  and  her  Deliverer  own  : 

O  may  her  Lord  o'er  Sion  reign. 

The  Lord,  Whose  is  the  eternal  throne. 

Prepare  in  every  heart  His  way ; 

Renew  His  fold  in  truth  and  love, 
Till  earth  and  Heaven  alike  obey, 

And  all  is  praise,  on  earth,  above. 


HOLY   GHOST.    WHO    US    INSTRUCTEST. 


TTOLY  Ghost,  Who  us  instructest, 

-*-  ■*-    And  unto  Heaven  our  feet  conductest, 

Now  pour  on  us  Thy  gifts  divine. 
Let  Thy  gracious  consolation 
Uphold  us  in  all  tribulation, 


514        ENGLISH  HYMNS   OF   \()TH   CENTURY, 

Who  all  our  soul  to  Thee  resign. 
Be  Thou  our  constant  stay 
Along  this  mortal  way  : 
Lord,  have  mercy ! 
O  let  Thy  light  still  cheer  our  sight, 
Till  o'er  us  shines  eternal  Dav. 


COME,   O    PROMISED   COMFORTER. 

"Ancient":    apparently  based   on  parts  of   Veni  Sancte  Spiritus  and  Adsis 
Supeme  Spiritus. 

184S.      Rewritten  1S51. 

/^^OME,  O  promised  Comtbrter  ; 
^^     Light  upon  our  darkness  pour. 
Father  of  the  poor  Thou  art : 
Then  to  us  Thy  gifts  impart. 
Light  of  everlasting  Day  ! 
Lord,  direct  us  on  our  way. 

Consolation  all  divine, 
Blessed  Comtbrter,  is  Thine. 
Be  our  strength  in  weariness  : 
Thou  the  weeping  heart  dost  bless. 
Sweet  repose  in  every  toil, 
Thou  dost  all  our  griefs  beguile. 

Lord,  Thy  perfect  gifts  bestow 
On  the  fold  of  Christ  below  : 


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COME,   HOLY  GHOST,    O.V  US  DESCEND.     515 

Crown  our  days  with  heavenh'  Grace, 
Help  us  when  we  close  our  race  : 
Help  us  when  we  look  to  Thee  :    • 
Grant  us  endless  joy  to  see. 


COME.    HOLY   GHOST,    ON    US    DESCEND. 

I  Cor.  xii.  13. 

Mr.  Sedgwick  ascribes  this  to  Russell,  though  it  is  not  in  his  volume.  It  ap- 
peared without  name  in  Mr.  Ernest  Bunsen's  Hymns  /or  the  Betiefit  of  the  London 
German  Hospital,  Dalston,  1848;  a  Collection  to  which  Mr.  Russell  contributed 
largely. 

/^^OME,  Holy  Ghost,  on  us  descend, 
^-^     Our  hearts  renewing  ; 
With  life  and  peace  that  know^  no  end, 
All  enduring. 
Fit  us  for  Thy  blest  abode  : 
Thou  man  to  God  unitest. 
We  in  Thy  holy  temple  join, 

Thy  gifts  imploring ; 
Own  us,  O  Holy  Ghost,  for  Thine, 

Thee  adoring. 
Here  inspire  our  minds  with  light. 
Here,  Lord,  the  blind  enlighten. 
Here  by  Thy  presence  cleanse  each  heart 

With  Truth  celestial ; 
So  from  our  spirits  shall  depart 
Cares  terrestrial. 
Bear  us  on  Thy  wings  above 
To  Him  w^ho  us  redeemed. 


5i6        ENGLISH  HYMNS  OF' \^th   CENTURY, 
THE    ABOVE    REWRITTEN. 

*  In  Dr.  B.   H.  Kennedy's  Hytmio'.ogia  Christiana,  1863. 

/^^OME,  Holy  Ghost,  on  us  descend, 

^^      Our  waiting  souls  renew  : 

With  peace  and  hope  that  know  no  end, 

Our  fears  subdue. 
Come,  fit  us  for  Thy  blest  abode. 

Our  souls  to  God  unite  : 
Guide  us  upon  the  heavenward  road. 

And  give  us  light. 

Sole  Strength  of  all  our  weariness, 

Our  sorrowing  spirits'  Stay  ; 
Thou  Who  the  weeping  heart  dost  bless 

Through  all  the  way  ! 
Come,  Holy  Ghost,  the  flock  to  cheer. 

For  whom  the  Saviour  died  ; 
And  ever  to  His  Church  be  near. 

Her  heavenly  Guide  ! 


GEORGE   RAWSON. 

•'A  Leeds  layman."     He  contributed  fourteen  hymns,  some  of  them  of  striking 
merit,  to  the  Leeds  Congregational  Collection,  1853. 


John  xiv.  i6. 

/^^OME  to  our  poor  nature's  night 
^^     With  Thy  blessed  inward  light. 
Holy  Ghost  the  Infinite, 
Comforter  Divine. 


COME    TO   OUR  PVoR  NATURE'S  NIGHT.     517 


We  are  sinful :   cleanse  us,  Lord  ; 
Sick  and  faint :  Thy  strength  afford  ; 
Lost,  —  until  by  Thee  restored, 
Comforter  Divine  ! 

Orphans  are  our  souls,  and  poor. 
Give  us  from  Th}'  heavenly  store 
Faith,  love,  joy,  for  evermore, 
Comforter  Divine  ! 

Like  the  dew.  Thy  peace  distil ; 
Guide,  subdue  our  wayward  will, 
Thino's  of  Christ  unfoldin^r  still, 
Comforter  Divine  ! 

Gentle,  a^^■ful,  holy  Guest, 
Make  Thy  temple  in  each  breast, 
Shrine  of  purity  confessed, 
Comforter  Divine  ! 

In  us,  for  us,  intercede. 
And  with  voiceless  groanings  plead 
Our  unutterable  need. 
Comforter  Divine  ! 

Dwell  in  us,  as  in  the  Son, 
With  His  Father  ever  One 
In  adoring  union  ; 
Comforter  Divine  ! 

In  us  "Abba,  Father,"  cry  : 
Earnest  of  our  bliss  on  high, 
Seal  of  immortality, 
Comforter  Divine  ! 


5lB       ENGLISH  HYMNS  OF^ \^th   CENTURY. 

Search  for  us  the  depths  of  God ; 
Bear  us  up  the  starry  road 
To  the  height  of  Thine  abode, 
Comforter  Divine  ! 


"HE    DWELLETH    WITH    YOU." 

John  xiv.   17. 
From  the  Leeds  Sunday  School  Hymti-Book,   1862. 

A  ND  will  the  might}^  God, 
■^  ^     Whom  Heaven  cannot  contain, 
Make  me  His  temple  and  abode. 
And  in  me  live  and  reign? 

Come,  Spirit  of  the  Lord, 

Teacher  and  Heavenly  Guide  ! 
Be  it  according  to  Thy  Word, 
And  in  my  heart  reside. 

OHoly,  Holy  Ghost! 

Pervade  this  soul  of  mine  : 
In  me  renew  Thy  Pentecost, 
Reveal  Thy  power  divine  ! 

Make  it  my  highest  bliss 
Thy  blessed  fruits  to  know ; 
Thy  joy,  and  peace,  and  gentleness, 
Goodness  and  faith  to  show. 


O  HOLY  SPIRIT,   SEND. 


519 


Be  it  my  greatest  fear 
Thy  holiness  to  grieve  ; 
Walk  in  the  Spirit  even  here, 
And  in  the  Spirit  live. 

Now  let  me  live  in  Thee, 
My  inner  life  of  love  : 
So  only  shall  I  meetened  be 
For  spirit-life  above. 


JOHN   FLESHER. 

Editor  of  The  Primitive  Methodist  Hymn- Book,  1S53. 


r\  HOLY  Spirit,  send 
^^     Thy  power  to  all  mankind  : 
Their  hearts  subdue,  their  follies  end. 
And  let  them  mercy  find. 

The  only  Saviour  show. 
The  virtue  of  His  Blood  ; 
By  faith  this  Saviour  let  them  know. 
And  feel  they  're  born  of  God. 

Increase  Thy  Church  below. 
Her  members  multiply  ; 
Let  faith  and  love  among  them  grow. 
Their  God  to  glorify. 


* 


520      ENGLISH  HYMNS  OF  i^th   CENTURY. 

Be  Thou  their  inward  Fire, 
Their  Guide  to  things  above  : 
Their  hearts  with  purity  inspire 
And  fill  them  with  Thy  Love. 

*  Thus  make  them  one  in  Thee 

For  fellowship  and  fight ; 
May  Satan  own  their  victory, 

And  yield  to  Thee  Thy  right. 

One  God  in  Persons  Three  ! 
Thy  Spirit  breathe  on  all, 
Till  Jew  and  Gentile,  bond  and  fi-ee, 
Before  Thee  prostrate  fall. 


-oo>«<c 


ANONYMOUS. 

From  The  Evangelical  Hyvin-Book,  by  John  H.  Rutherford,  1853. 

r^  SPIRIT  of  the  living  God, 
^^     Whose  heart  yearns  o'er  a  dying  world  ! 
Against  sin's  raging,  swelling  flood 
Thy  glorious  banner  be  unfurled  ! 

Roll  back  the  fierce  outbursting  tide 

Of  unbelief  and  crime  and  woe  : 
The  wanderer  to  Jesus  guide  ; 

Christ's  Love  to  every  sinner  show. 

Lift  up  the  Cross,  till  every  soul 
Bends  to  its  pure  and  gentle  sway ; 

Till  over  earth,  from  pole  to  pole. 

Hell's  night  gives  place  to  Heaven's  glad  day. 


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GRACIOUS  SPIRIT,   FROM   ON  HIGH.        521 


MRS.   MARGARET  MACKAY. 

Daughter  of  one  Scotch  officer,  and  wife  of  another;  author  of  the  popular  lyric, 
"  Asleep  in  Jesus,  blessed  sleep,"  and  of  several  volumes,  poetic  and  other.  This 
hymn  is  taken  through  Rogers'  Lyra  Britaiinica,  1867,  from  her  Thoughts  Re- 
deemed, or  Lays  0/  Leisure  Hours,   1854. 

/GRACIOUS  Spirit,  from  on  high, 
^^     Sent  to  show  a  Saviour  nigh  I 
In  the  darkest  hours  of  night 
Cheer  me  with  Thy  quenchless  light. 

By  Thine  holy  office  led. 
Testify  of  Him  who  bled  ; 
Testify  how  Jesus  slain 
Rose,  revived,  and  reigns  again. 

Turn  the  sinner  from  his  sin. 
Teach  him  how  the  crown  to  win  ; 
Bring  him  to  Immanuel's  feet, 
Lead  him  to  the  mercy-seat. 

Thou  canst  make  the  soul  to  feed 
On  the  ever-living  Bread  ; 
Thou  canst  calm  his  newborn  fears. 
Dry  his  penitential  tears. 

Bid  him  hear  the  Shepherd's  voice. 
Think  of  Jesus  and  rejoice  : 
Daily,  though  earth's  woes  increase. 
Thou  canst  sweetly  whisper  peace. 

While  in  just  avenging  ire 
God  is  "a  consuming  Fire," 
Yet,  Thou  new  life-giving  Dove, 
Thou  canst  show  how  God  is  Love. 


522        ENGLISH  IIVMNS   OF   \^th   CENTURY. 


GEORGE   CROLY,  LL.D.,    17S0-1S60. 


1781-1860:  a  poet  of  some  eminence,  and  from  1835  Rector  of  Walbrook.  In  1854 
he  issued  a  Collection  of  Psalms  and  Hymns,  containing  ten  of  each  by  himself  This 
is  taken  through  Rogers'  Lyra  Britaiuiica. 


0  PIRIT  of  God  !  descend  upon  my  heart ; 

^^     Wean  it  from  earth ;  through  all  its  pulses  move  ; 
Stoop  to  my  weakness,  mighty  as  Thou  art, 
And  make  me  love  Thee  as  I  ou^rht  to  love. 

1  ask  no  dream,  no  prophet-ecstasies, 
No  sudden  rending  of  the  veil  of  clay, 

No  angel-visitant,  no  opening  skies ; 
But  take  the  dimness  of  my  soul  away. 

Hast  Thou  not  bid  us  love  Thee,  God  and  King? 

All,  all  Thine  own,  —  soul,  heart,  and  strength, 
and  mind  : 
I  see  Thy  Cross  —  there  teach  my  heart  to  cling  : 

O  let  me  seek  Thee,  and  O  let  me  lind  ! 

Teach  me  to  feel  that  Thou  art  always  nigh ; 

Teach  me  the  struggles  of  the  soul  to  bear ; 
To  check  the  rising  doubt,  the  rebel  sigh  : 

Teach  me  the  patience  of  unanswered  prayer. 

Teach  me  to  love  Thee  as  Thine  angels  love, 
One  holy  passion  hlling  all  my  frame. 

The  baptism  of  the  heaven-descended  Dove ; 
My  heart  an  altar,  and  Thy  Love  the  flame. 


I 


WHEN  ACROSS    THE  INV/ARD    THOUGHT.     523 


HENRY   GEORGE   TOMKINS. 

Now  Vicar  of  Braiiscombe,  Sidmouth.     He  published  in  1855,  before  his  ordina- 
tion, A  Remembrance  0/  Drachen/eis,  cifid  other  Poems 

TT  T'HEN  across  the  inward  thought 

^  ^       Comes  the  emptiness  of  hfe, 
And  it  seems  that  earth  has  naught 
But  a  vain  and  weary  strife  : 

All  to  do,  and  nothing  done, 

Useless  days  fast  fleeting  by. 
Wanderings  many,  progress  none. 

Faltering  steps  by  fountains  dry  : 

Shall  we,  in  that  hapless  mood, 

Fainting  fall  beside  the  way? 
Help  us.  Giver  of  all  good  ! 

Teach.  Thy  wretched  ones  to  pray  ! 

Thou  that  with  the  Father  art 

One  in  power,  in  glory  One, 
Yet  within  the  trustingr  heart 

Bearest  witness  with  the  Son  : 

O  forgive  our  faithless  mind, 
Raise  us  from  our  low  estate  ; 

Breathe  in  us  the  will  to  find 
Higher  life  in  small  and  great ! 

Give  us  watchful  eyes  and  clear, 
Purged  from  the  scales  of  sense, 

Seeing  still  the  Master  near, 
And  the  City  far  from  hence. 


524      ENGLISH  HYMNS  OF  i^rn   CENTURY. 

Higher  lead  our  love  and  faith, 

Lower  our  humility  ; 
Let  the  words  that  Jesus  saith 

Be  illumined  all  by  Thee  ! 

And  in  them  let  us  discern. 
Calming  all  our  sintul  t^trife, 

While  our  hearts  within  us  burn, 

Him,  the  Word,  the  Truth,  the  Life  ! 


>>»:;oc 


THOMAS   TOKE   LYNCH,    1819-1S71. 


Independent  minister  at  Moniington  Chapel,  Hampstead  Road,  London,  and  a 
man  of  singular  ability ;  author  of  several  prose  works,  and  of  The  Rivulet,  a  Contri- 
bution to  Sacred  Song,  1S55  ;  third  edition,  enlarged,  1868.  This  is  a  book  far  out  of 
the  common  way,  full  of  fresh  thought,  and  deserving  of  much  more  notice  than  it  has 
received  in  America.  It  was  attacked  with  great  vehemence  on  its  first  appearance, 
and  thence  arose  "The  Rivulet  Controversy,"  which  for  a  time  shook  the  British  dis- 
senting world.  The  early  editions  contain  100  l\Tics,  the  third  has  67  more.  Our 
selections,  except  the  last,  bear  date  1855. 


SUPPLICATION. 

/GRACIOUS  Spirit,  dwell  with  me; 
^-^      I  myself  would  gracious  be. 
And  with  words  that  help  and  heal 
Would  Thy  life  in  mine  reveal. 
And  with  actions  bold  and  meek 
Would  for  Christ  my  Saviour  speak. 


Truthful  Spirit,  dwell  with  me 
I  myself  would  truthful  be. 


I 


SUP  PLICA  TION. 

And  with  wisdom  kind  and  clear 
Let  Thy  Life  in  mine  appear, 
And  with  actions  brotherly 
Speak  my  Lord's  sincerity. 

Tender  Spirit,  dwell  with  me ; 
I  myself  would  tender  be, 
Shut  my  heart  up  like  a  flower 
At  temptation's  darksome  hour, 
Open  it  when  shines  the  sun, 
And  His  Love  by  fragrance  own. 

Silent  Spirit,  dwell  with  me  ; 

I  myself  would  quiet  be, 

Quiet  as  the  growing  blade 

Which  through  earth  its  way  has  made. 

Silently,  like  morninor  liofht, 

Putting  mists  and  chills  to  flight. 

Mighty  Spirit,  dwell  with  me  ; 
I  myself  would  mighty  be. 
Mighty  so  as  to  prevail 
Where  unaided  man  must  fail ; 
Ever  by  a  mighty  hope 
Pressing  on  and  bearing  up. 

Holy  Spirit,  dwell  with  me  ; 

I  myself  would  holy  be  ; 

Separate  from  sin,  I  would 

Choose  and  cherish  all  things  good, 

And  whatever  I  can  be 

Give  to  Him  Who  gave  me  Thee  ! 


525 


526        ENGLISH  HYMNS   OF  \c)TH   CENTURY. 


LIFE. 

OPIRIT  I  Whose  various  energies 
^^     By  dew  and  flame  denoted  are, 
By  rain  from  the  world-covering  skies, 
By  rushing  and  by  whispering  air : 

Be  Thou  to  us,  O  gentlest  One, 
The  brimful  River  of  sweet  peace, 

Sunshine  of  the  celestial  Sun, 
Restorinor  Air  of  sacred  ease. 

Life  of  our  life,  since  Life  of  Him 

By  Whom  we  live  eternally. 
Our  heart  is  faint,  our  eye  is  dim, 

Till  Thou  our  spirit  purify. 

The  purest  airs  are  strongest  too, 

Strono^  to  enliven  and  to  heal : 
O  Spirit  purer  than  the  dew, 

Thine  holiness  in  strength  reveal. 

Felt  art  Thou,  and  the  heavy  heart 

Grows  cheerful  and  makes  briglit  the  eyes ; 

Up  from  the  dust  the  enfeebled  start. 
Armed  and  re-nerved  for  victories. 

Felt  art  Thou,  and  relieving  tears 
Fall,  nourishing  our  young  resolves  : 

Felt  art  Thou,  and  our  icy  fears 

The  sunny  smile  of  Love  dissolves. 


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HAPPINESS. 


527 


O  Spirit,  when  Thy  mighty  wind 

The  entombing  rocks  of  sin  hath  rent, 

Lead  shuddering  forth  the  awakened  mind. 
In  still  voice  whispering  Thine  intent. 

As  to  the  sacred  light  of  day 

The  stranger  soul  shall  trembling  come, 
Say,  "These  thy  friends,"  and  "This  thy  way," 

And  "Yonder  thv  celestial  home." 


HAPPINESS. 

OPIRIT  of  sacred  happiness, 
^^     Who  makest  energy  delight, 

And  love  to  be  in  weakness  might ; 
Now  with  enlivening  impulse  bless. 
Now  reconfirm  our  steadfastness. 

And  make  us  vigorous  and  bright. 

Blessed  be  Thou,  O  Heart  supreme, 
Sweet  Charity's  unfailing  Well, 
Whose  bounty  all  the  countries  tell  ; 
Drinking  of  Thee,  with  sunny  gleam 
Forth-leaping  into  action's  stream. 

Our  hearts'  replenished  fountains  swell. 

Both  work  and  sport  Thou  hallowest, 
Canst  blissful  make  the  busiest  days. 
And  woes  that  else  benumb  and  craze 
By  Thee  to  liner  joys  are  blest. 
And  hearts,  of  deeper  power  possest. 
With  grateful  tears  Thy  wisdom  praise. 


528         ENGLISH  HYMNS  OF  i^th   CENTURY. 

Spirit  of  bliss  and  sanctity, 
Who  art  invincible  in  good, 
Who  hate  and  mockery  hast  withstood 
In  every  age  ;   how  coward  we, 
How  selfish,  resdess,  till  by  Thee 
Inspired  to  do  the  thing  we  would  !• 

By  unremorseful  joys,  O  woo 
Our  hearts  to  holy  effort  still : 
Now  with  young  life  volition  fill ; 

For  child-like,  we  are  God-like  too, 

Likest  our  Father  when  we  do 

With  filial  love  and  haste  His  Will. 


BEAUTY. 

OPIRIT  of  Beauty  !  Thy  presence  confessing, 
^^     God  can  we  see  in  a  sparkle  of  ore ; 
Flowers  and  shells  to  our  heart  are  expressing 
Love  like  its  own,  but  transcendently  more. 

Spirit  of  Beauty  !  each  bough  in  its  bending. 
Skies  in  their  curve,  and  the  sea  in  its  swell. 

Streams    as    they  wind,   hills    and   plains    in    their 
blending. 
All,  in  our  own,  of  God's  happiness  tell. 

Spirit  of  Beauty  !  Thou  Soul  of  our  Maker, 
Suddenly  shown  in  a  gleam  or  a  tint ; 

O  be  each  heart  of  Thy  joy  a  partaker ; 
Love,  and  its  store,  are  alike  without  stint. 


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GOD    THE   SPIRIT,    WE   ASPIRE. 


529 


Spirit  of  Beauty  !  Thou  teachest  us  sweetly  ; 

Prophets  and  psalmists  yield  holy  delight : 
Show  us  our  Lord,  and  we  then  shall  completely 

Know  Thee  as  gentle,  omnipotent  Might. 

Spirit  of  Beauty  !  our  offering  we  render ; 

Thee  in  Thy  skyey  dominion  we  praise  ; 
Lark-like  we  rise  to  the  shadowless  splendor, 

Pouring  out  song  as  the  sun  pours  his  rays. 


HOLY    COMMUNION. 

The  third  of  ten  equal  stanzas  of  a  very  lovely  hymn  with  this  title,  1868. 

r\  SPIRIT  of  Remembrance,  tell 
^^     The  tale  of  Love  and  Sin  ; 
Their  mighty  strife,  and  how  He  fell- 

Whose  was  the  right  to  win. 
Then,  kind  Interpreter,  explain 

How,  rising  from  His  fall. 
He  bore  aloft  our  broken  chain, 

And  shone  the  Life  of  all. 


>>^c 


ELIZA   HUMPHREYS. 

From  her  Metrical  Collects.,  1856. 

f~^  OD  the  Spirit,  we  aspire 
^^      To  receive  those  tongues  of  lire 
Sanctify  the  high  desire  : 
Descend,  O  Lord  I 
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530        ENGLISH  HYMNS  OF  \^th   CENTURY. 

Magnify  Thy  gifts  of  Grace 
In  all  those  who  seek  Thy  face 
In  their  due  appointed  place : 
Descend,  O  Lord  I 

God  the  Spirit,  we  beseech. 
Sanctify  the  gift  of  speech 
To  those  called  Thy  Word  to  preach : 
Descend,  O  Lord  ! 

Give  to  us  the  hearing  ear, 
Give  to  us  the  heart  to  fear, 
Give  the  penitential  tear  : 
Descend.  O  Lord  I 

Cause  the  rightful  seed  be  sown  ; 
When  the  blade  be  newly  grown. 
Deign  Th}'  gracious  work  to  own  : 
Descend,  O  Lord  ! 

Let  the  plant  deep-rooted  be. 
Watered,  nurtured  aye  by  Thee 
Till  the  fruits  of  faith  we  see  : 
Descend,  O  Lord  I 

Come  forth,  Thou  sot't-rushing  Wind; 
With  Thy  sacred  effluence  bind 
The  cold  hearts  of  all  mankind  : 
Descend,  O  Lord  ! 

Suffer  our  glad  eyes  to  see 
Restored  grace  of  unity. 
In  the  called  Thine  own  to  be  : 
Descend,  O  Lord  I 


CONFIRM  A  TION. 


531 


God  the  Spirit,  we  inquire 
For  Thy  baptism  of  fire, 
Our  dross  to  burn,  our  hearts  to  inspire 
Descend,  O  Lord  ! 

Christ's  own  Church  has  daily  prayed  : 
Inspirer,  hear  her  cry  :  O  aid  ! 
Now  let  Satan's  wiles  be  stayed  : 
Descend,  O  Lord  ! 

Come,  O  come  !  descend,  and  bring 
Christ  the  glorious  Lord  and  King 
In  His  perfect  triumphing : 
Descend,  O  Lord  ! 


>>«^c 


JOSEPH   HENRY   BUTTERWORTH. 


Vicar  of  Stapleton  near  Bristol.     He  contributed  this  hymn  in  1S57  to  his  curate, 
the  Rev.  R.  R.  Chope,  who  inserted  it  in  his  Hymnal,  185S.     It  is  for  Confirmation 


OPIRIT  of  Wisdom  !  guide  Thine  own. 
^^     Who  make  Thee  now  their  choice  ; 
That  they  may  never  walk  alone. 
But  hear  Thy  heavenly  voice. 


Spirit  of  Understanding  !  Light 
Shed  that  the  world  ne'er  saw ; 

Open  their  eyes,  to  see  aright 
The  wonders  of  Thy  Law. 


532       ENGLISH  HYMNS  OF  \^th   CENTURY. 


Spirit  of  Counsel  I  'neath  the  cloud 

Of  sorrow  and  dismay, 
Cheer  Thou  their  souls  with  anguish  bowed, 

And  chase  all  doubt  away. 

Spirit  of  Strength  !  infuse  Thy  might, 
Nerve  Thv  vountj  soldiers'  arms ; 

Temptation  let  them  put  to  flight, 
i\.nd  banish  hell's  alarms. 

Spirit  of  Knowledge  !  Whose  deep  things 

Are.  now  but  darkly  shown  : 
Lead  them,  on  Resurrection-wings, 

To  know  as  they  are  known. 

Spirit  of  Godliness  I  unfold 

The  joys  of  heavenly  Grace  ; 
Give  peace  on  earth,  the  bliss  untold 

Of  saints  who  see  God's  face. 


Spirit  of  holy  Fear  !  inspire 

Dread  reverence  of  Thy  Name  ; 

That  we,  with  the  celestial  choir, 
May  praise  Thee  without  blame. 


j^v^^ 


CHRISTINA   FORSYTH,    1S25-1859. 

Hymns  by  C.  F.,  Second  Edition,  i85i. 

/^   HOLY  Spirit,  now  descend  on  me 
^^     As  showers  of  rain  upon  a  thirsty  ground 
Cause  me  to  flourish  as  a  spreading  tree  ; 
May  all  Thy  precious  fruits  in  me  be  found. 


I 

I 


O  HOLY  SPIRIT,  jVOJV  DESCEND  ON  ME.     533 


Be  Thou  my  Teacher  :  to  my  soul  reveal 

The   lengtli,  breadth,  depth,  and  height  of  Jesu's 
Love  ; 

And  on  my  soul  Thy  blest  instructions  seal, 

Raising  my  thoughts  and  heart  to  things  above. 

Be  Thou  my  Comforter  :  when  I  'm  distrest 
O  gently  soothe  my  sorrows,  calm  my  grief, 

Help  me  to  find  upon  my  Saviour's  breast 
In  every  hour  of  trial  sure  relief. 

Be  Thou  my  Guide  into  all  Truth  divine  : 
Give  me  increasing  knowledge  of  my  God  : 

Show  me  the  glories  that  in  Jesus  shine, 

And  make  my  heart  the  place  of  His  abode. 

Be  Thou  my  Intercessor  :  teach  me  how 
To  pray  according  to  God's  holy  will : 

Cause  me  with  deep  and  strong  desire  to  glow, 
And  my  whole  soul  with  heavenly  longings  till. 

Be  Thou  m}^  Earnest  of  eternal  Rest, 

And  witness  with  me  I  am  God's  own  child, 

With  His  unchanging  Love  and  favor  blest, 
By  Jesus'  merits  fully  reconciled. 

Be  Thou  my  Sanctifier :  dwell  within. 

And  purify  and  cleanse  my  every  thought ; 

Subdue  the  power  of  each  besetting  sin. 

And  be  my  w^ill  to  sweet  submission  brought. 


534      ENGLISH  HYMNS   OF  197//   CENTURY. 

Be  Thou  my  Qnickener  :   in  me  revive 

Each  drooping  grace,  so  prone  to  fade  and  die 

Help  me  on  Jesus  day  by  day  to  live, 

And  loosen  more  and  more  each  earthly  tie. 

Blest  Spirit !  I  would  yield  myself  to  Thee  ; 

Do  for  me  more  than  I  can  ask  or  think  : 
Let  me  Thy  holy  habitation  be, 

And  daily  deeper  from  Thy  fulness  drink. 


ANOTHER. 

r>^  HOLY  Spirit :  Comforter  Divine  ! 

^^^      On  me  descend  : 

Into  my  soul  with  heavenly  radiance  shine, 

And  condescend 
To  make  this  heart  of  mine  a  fit  abode 
For  the  indwelling  presence  of  my  God. 

O  quicken  me  to  run 
With  holv  patience  my  appointed  race, 
Until  at  last  through  Thine  almight}'  Grace 
Mv  crown  of  glory  's  won. 
Fill  Thou  my  soul  with  light  and  life  and  love, 
And  gently  draw  my  every  thought  above  : 
Make  me  to  grow  in  knowledge  of  Thy  Word 
And  daily  closer  likeness  to  the  Lord. 


( 


WIND    OF   THE   NORTH,   AWAKE.  535 


CHRISTOPHER   NEWMAN   HALL,    LL.B. 
Born   iSi6. 

Minister  of  Surrey  Chapel,  London,  and  well  known  and  honored  here,  as  in 
England.  His  hymns  appeared  1857.  I  take  this  through  the  English  Presbyterian 
Collection,  1867. 

TTOLY  Spirit,  Source  of  Light ! 
■^  Beam  upon  our  nature's  night : 

Make  my  doubts  and  darkness  flee, 
Clearly  let  me  Jesus  see. 
Holy  Spirit,  Fount  of  Love  ! 
Breathe  upon  me  from  above ; 
Warm  this  cold  ungrateful  heart, 
Bid  its  selfishness  depart. 

Holy  Spirit,  Lord  of  Life  ! 
Make  me  victor  in  the  strife 
Over  Satan,  death,  and  hell  : 
Fit  me  thus  in  Heaven  to  dwell. 
Praises  then  I  '11  ever  sing 
Unto  Christ  my  Saviour-King  ; 
To  the  Father  and  to  Thee 
Praise  I  '11  sing  eternally. 


CHARLES    B.   TAYLER. 

Rector  of  Otley  in  Suffolk:    author  oi  Earnestness,    Thank/uhiesSy  &c.     From 
one  of  his  tales,  called  Truth,  or  Persis  Clareto7i :  I  suppose  the  verses  are  his  own. 

AT  7IND  of  the  North  !  awake  and  bring 

^  ^      Thy  spirit-searching  breath  : 
For  feeble,  faint,  and  withering, 
We  languish  unto  death. 


53^      ENGLISH  HYMNS   OF  ic^th   CENTURY. 

Th}'  living  energies  bestow, 

Thy  bracing  strengtli  impart, 
And  cause  a  vigorous  health  to  flow 

Into  each  failing  heart. 

And  thou,  sweet  South  !  with  gentlest  powers 

Our  drooping  graces  raise  ; 
Like  freshened  beds  of  fragrant  flowers 

Expanding  to  Thy  praise. 

Then  livelier  tints  shall  greet  Thine  eyes, 

And  spicy  odors  be 
Drawn  forth  as  incense.  Lord,  to  rise 

In  gratitude  to  Thee. 

Spirit  of  gentleness  and  love. 
Combined  with  strength  divine  ! 

Come  like  the  eagle  and  the  dove. 
To  make  our  spirits  Thine. 

Bear  us  aloft  on  eagles'  wings, 
To  soar  with  heavenward  flight 

Above  the  clouds  of  earthly  things 
And  drink  the  orient  light. 

And  while  our  fervent  prayers  ascend 

In  Jesus'  name  to  Heaven, 
O  let  the  Dove  of  peace  descend, 

The  Comforter  be  given. 


SFIIUT  OF  EVERLASTING   GRACE. 


537 


HORATIUS   BONAR,   D.D.,    1S0S-1869. 

Minister  of  the  Free  Church  of  Scotland  at  Kelso  ;  a  voluminous  and  well-known 
author.  His  Hymns  of  Faith  and  Hope,  in  three  volumes,  appeared  severally  in 
1S57,  1861,  and  1866. 


T' 


TILL   THE    DAY    DAWN. 

1857- 

The  third  of  four  verses,  under  the  title,  "Hope  of  Day." 

ILL  the  day  dawn, 

And  the  Day-Star  arise, 

Spirit  of  gentle  Love, 

Thou  tempest-calming  Dove, 

Come,  and  within  me  dwell, 

Come,  and  all  gloom  dispel. 

Most  blessed  Comforter, 

My  weary  footsteps  cheer. 

O  Light  and  Lamp  divine. 

Upon  my  midnight  shine, 

Better  than  star  or  moon, 

Brighter  than  day's  bright  noon  : 

O  let  Thy  joyous  ray 

Turn  all  my  night  to  day. 
When  Thou  art  absent,  even  my  joy  is  sad ; 
When  Thou  art  with  me,  even  my  grief  is  glad 
Let  not  Thy  silence  now  sorrow  to  sorrow^  add. 


LIFE    FROM    THE    DEAD. 

iS57- 

OPIRIT  of  everlasting  Grace, 
^^     Infinite  Source  of  Life,  come  dowm  ! 
These  tombs  unlock,  these  dead  upraise, 
Thy  glorious  power  and  Love  make  known. 


# 


ENGLISH  HYMNS   OF  i<)TH   CENTURY. 

Breathe  o'er  this  valley  of  the  dead ; 

Send  forth  Thy  quickening  might  abroad, 
Till,  rising  from  their  tombs,  they  spread, 

In  full  array,  —  the  host  of  God  ! 

Thy  heritage  lies  desolate, 

And  all  Thy  pleasant  places  mourn. 
O  look  upon  our  low  estate. 

In  loving-kindness.  Lord,  return  ! 

Now  let  Thy  glory  be  revealed, 

Now  let  Thy  presence  with  us  rest : 

O  heal  us,  and  we  shall  be  healed  ! 
O  bless  us,  and  we  shall  be  blest ! 


COiME,    MIGHTY   SPIRIT. 
1861. 

/^~^OME,  mighty  Spirit,  penetrate 
^^     This  heart  and  soul  of  mine, 
And  my  whole  being  with  Thy  Grace 
Pervade,  O  Life  divine  ! 

As  this  clear  air  surrounds  the  earth, 
Thy  Grace  around  me  roll ; 

As  the  fresh  light  pervades  the  air, 
So  pierce  and  till  my  soul. 

As  from  these  clouds  drops  down  in  love 
The  precious  summer  rain, 

So  from  Thyself  pour  down  the  flood 
That  freshens  all  ajjain. 


MIGHTY  COMFORTER,    TO    THEE. 


539 


As  these  fair  flowers  exhale  their  scent 

In  gladness  at  our  feet, 
So  from  Thyself  let  fragrance  breathe, 

More  heavenly  and  more  sweet. 

Thus  Life  within  our  lifeless  hearts 
Shall  make  its  glad  abode, 

And  we  shall  shine  in  beauteous  light, 
Filled  with  the  light  of  God. 


TO    THE    COMFORTER. 


IV/riGHTY  Comforter,  to  Thee 
In  our  feebleness  we  flee ; 
O  unveil  Thy  gracious  face, 
Spread  out  all  Thy  wondrous  Grace. 

Strengthener  of  the  poor  and  weak. 
To  Thy  power  for  strength  we  seek ; 
Heavenly  Fulness  from  above, 
O  descend  in  blessed  Love. 

Patient  Teacher  of  the  blind, 
Opener  of  the  sin-sealed  mind, 
Fix  in  us  Thy  sure  abode. 
And  reveal  the  Christ  of  God. 

Guider  of  the  erring  feet 

In  the  waste  or  busy  street, 

Lead  us  through  life's  Babel-crowds, 

Through  its  pathless  solitudes. 


540        ENGLISH  HYMNS  OF  \^th   CENTURY. 

True  Enricher  of  the  poor, 
Enter  Thou  our  lowly  door ; 
Let  Thy  liberal  Hand  impart 
Heavenly  riches  to  our  heart. 

Looser  of  the  bonds  of  sin, 
O  make  haste  and  enter  in  ; 
Break  each  link,  till  there  remains 
Not  one  frat^ment  of  our  chains. 

Loving  Spirit,  come,  O  come  ! 
Find  in  us  Thy  endless  home  ; 
Find  ill  this  our  world  below 
A  dwelling  for  Thy  glory  now. 

Holy  Light,  upon  us  shine 

With  Thy  energy  divine  ; 

Heavenly  Brightness,  break  Thou  forth 

Over  this  benighted  earth. 

With  the  eternal  Father  One, 
One  with  the  eternal  Son, 
Eternal  Spirit,  Thee  we  praise, 
Now  and  through  eternal  days. 


PRAYER   TO   THE   SPIRIT. 
1866. 

A  LMIGHTY  Comforter  and  Friend, 
'^-^     Eternal  Spirit,  now  descend. 
Fill  us  from  Thy  heavenly  store  ! 


4 


I 


THE   COMFORT  OF   THE  SPHUT. 


541 


Thou  art  tlie  Church's  holy  Guest, 
Earnest  of  her  eternal  rest, 

Let  us  (jrieve  Thee  never  more. 

Great  Promise  of  the  Father,  come. 
The  Church's  fading  lamps  relume  ; 

Come,  rekindle  joy  and  love  ! 
Wisdom,  and  Truth,  and  Love  are  Thine, 
Life,  light,  and  holiness  divine  ; 

Shed  Thy  gifts  down  from  above  ! 

Witness  of  Him  Who  died  and  rose, 
Who  as  the  Conqueror  of  our  foes 

Took  His  seat  upon  the  throne  ! 
Great  Gift  of  Jesus  glorified, 
Revealer  of  the  Crucified, 

Unto  us  reveal  the  Son  ! 


THE    COMFORT    OF    THE    HOLY   GHOST. 

1S66. 

Compare  Herrick's  "  Litany  to  the  Holy  Spirit,"  pp.  305-7. 


W 


HEN  the  leaves  of  life  are  falling, 
When  the  shadows  flit  appalling* 
When  the  twilight  voice  is  calling  ; 
Mighty  Spirit,  comfort ! 

When  youth's  verdure  all  is  fading, 
When  I  pass  into  the  shading, 
Life's  long  load  at  last  unlading ; 
Mighty  Spirit,  comfort ! 


542       ENGLISH  HYMXS  OF  \^rH  CENTURY. 

When  the  frost  of  time  has  found  me, 
When  the  chains  of  age  have  bound  me, 
When  the  evening  mists  surround  me  ; 
Mighty  Spirit,  comfort  I 

When  the  worn-out  flesh  is  sinking, 
When  from  burdens  it  is  shrinking. 
And  from  earthly  ties  unlinking ; 
Mighty  Spirit,  comfort  i 

When  the  gates  of  life  are  closing, 
All  its  lattice-bolts  unloosing, 
And  the  spirit  seeks  reposing ; 
Mighty  Spirit,  comfort ! 

When  these  skies  look  wan  and  dreary. 
When  the  inner  man  is  weary. 
Worn  out  by  the  adversary  ; 
Mighty  Spirit,  comfort ! 

When  the  once  keen  eye  is  failing. 
When  the  steadfast  heart  is  quailing. 
Flesh,  and  fiend,  and  world  assailing  ; 
Mighty  Spirit,  comfort ! 

When  past  sins  are  flocking  round  me. 
When  the  fier\^  arrows  wound  me. 
As  if  hell  would  then  confound  me  ; 
Mighty  Spirit,  comfort ! 

When  I  think  on  manhood  wasted, 
Cups  of  pleasure  vilely  tasted, 
Holy  longings  madly  blasted  ; 
Mighty  Spirit,  comfort ! 


I 


I 


HOL  Y  GHOST,   THOU  SA  TEST  BROODT\G.     543 


When  my  farewells  I  am  taking, 
And  these  lower  rooms  forsaking, 
To  my  upper  home  betaking  ; 
Mighty  Spirit,  comfort ! 

Holy  Spirit,  Strength  in  weakness, 
Holy  Spirit,  Health  in  sickness, 
Give  me  comfort,  patience,  meekness  ! 
Mighty  Spirit,  comfort ! 

Ah,  Thou  wilt  not  then  forsake  me  ; 
Strong  in  weakness  Thou  wilt  make  m^e, 
To  Thy  bosom  Thou  wilt  take  me  : 
Mighty  Spirit,  comfort ! 


3>8^c 


ROBERT   WILSON   EVANS,   B.D. 


Vicar  of  Heversham,  and  Archdeacon  of  Westmoreland:  author  of  The  Rectory 
of  Valchead,  Bishopric  of  S aids,  and  several  other  prose  works :  and  ai  Daily  Hyvins^ 
i860.  This  very  remarkable  book  of  elaborate,  cultivated,  and  uncommonpiace  verse 
is  written  throughout  in  a  single  difficult  measure,  recommended  to  the  author  by  beuig 
"entirely  unassociated  with  any  utterance  of  secular  poetry." 


INVOCATION. 

T  TOLY  Ghost,  Thou  satest  brooding. 
Under  Thy  warm  wing  including 

Heaven  and  earth,  Thou  Dove  of  ages, 
Rudimental  atoms  quickening, 
Points  to  primal  masses  thickening. 

Through  Thy  plastic  nurture's  stages. 


544        ENGLISH  HYMNS  OF  ic^ri/  CENTURY, 

So  disposed  for  form  and  figure 
Stood  they  in  attempered  vigor, 

Reined  in  for  impetuous  sally 
Into  sun  and  all  life's  fountains, 
Into  earth  and  sea  and  mountains, 

When  the  Word  life's  ranks  should  rally. 

Thou  all  this  creative  earnest 
Into  bright  fulfilment  turnest. 

O'er  our  hearts  with  warmth  dost  flutter ; 
All  preparing,  upper,  nether. 
Into  form  to  run  together, 

When  the  Word  "Be  Light"  shall  utter. 

Blessed  Spirit,  mighty  Maker, 
Bid  my  spirit  be  partaker 

In  Thy  Pentecostal  newness  ; 
All  my  heart's  close  chamber  rending 
With  Thy  fiery  storm  descending 

In  its  sempiternal  trueness. 

'Mid  its  waste  of  night  and  deadness 
There  unto  life-giving  redness 

Wake  the  fire  from  smouldering  embers ; 
Let  the  heavenly  heat  be  teeming, 
Let  the  heavenly  light  be  beaming 

Through  my  brain,  my  reins,  my  members. 

Soften  this  hard  frame,  thus  soften, 
Visiting  it  long  and  often. 

Turn  to  flesh  its  stone  obdurate  : 
Melt  each  passage  hard  contorted. 
Through  which  hell  hath  long  resorted 

To  my  breast  in  bands  conjurate. 


I 


i 


O  INVIXCIBLE   COMPKLLER. 


545 


Temper  thus  a  mould  for  casting 
Christ's  own  image  everlasting 

On  my  soul  in  perfect  beauty  ; 
From  His  Word's  outpouring  treasure 
Filling  up  with  daily  measure 

Every  empty  nook  of  duty. 

For  affection  and  for  reason 

Ever  make  that  Word's  blest  season 

Homeward  bring  its  ministration, 
That  with  its  deep  tide  of  fulness 
It  may  whelm  all  clog  of  dulness, 

Soak  with  quickening  penetration. 


THE    BODY'S    TEMPLE. 


r\  INVINCIBLE  Compeller 

^^     In  the  breast  where  Thou  art  Dweller, 

Holy  Spirit,  Lord  enlightening  : 
Fill  this  body  with  pure  essence. 
Temple  of  Thy  glorious  presence. 

Daily  growing,  daily  brightening. 

Temper  Thou  this  spirit,  cooling 
Passion,  ere  it  strive  for  ruling, 

While  from  nature's  caldron  seething  : 
Sweeten  every  gale  that  sallies 
Through  thought's  labyrinthine  alleys, 

With  Thy  perfumed  incense  breathing. 
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+ 


54^       ENGLISH  HYMNS  OF  k^th  CENTURY. 


Fast  against  the  day's  offences 
Shut  the  portal  of  my  senses, 

Setting  watch  at  every  station. 
Help  my  weakness  when  I  falter, 
Offering  on  heart's  high  altar 

Struggling  will's  long-due  oblation. 

Thus  let  all  within  bear  witness 
To  Thy  habitation's  fitness. 

To  Thy  temple's  pure  condition. 
Be  the  font  of  sins  remitted 
Unto  souls  by  Jesus  pitied 

Imaged  in  my  deep  contrition. 

Be  the  pulpit  of  Thy  teaching 
To  my  spirit  daily  preaching, 

Seeds  of  Life  immortal  sowing ; 
While  my  heart's  secreted  table 
Set  by  faith,  adorned  and  stable, 

Christ  in  flesh  and  blood  is  showinof. 

Thence  in  order  long  bid  issue. 
Bound  in  action's  varied  tissue. 

Outward  token  of  the  inner. 
Services  to  each  dear  brother. 
Hailing  still  in  him  another 

Fellow-saint  and  fellow-sinner. 

Bless  this  increase,  which  augmenteth 
Day  by  day,  as  heart  relenteth 

From  its  shapeless  stony  nature 
Into  heavenlv  plan  and  moulding, 
Storied  heiorht  and  winors  unfoldino^ 

Dulv  in  harmonious  stature. 


THE  BODY'S   TEiMPLE. 

There  let  Faith  her  portal  furnish, 
Joy  her  front  of  golden  burnish, 

Hope  her  spire  of  bright  adventure, 
Knowledge  her  wide  windows,  fretting 
From  the  sun  that  knows  no  setting, 

Love  his  harmonizing  centre. 

As  the  Spirit's  springs  awaken, 
Hands  in  fond  salute  are  shaken. 

Heads  are  pressed  in  fervent  blessing 
Alms  are  dealt  with  secret  pressure. 
Heart  is  opening  hidden  treasure. 

Hungry  feeding,  naked  dressing. 

Lord,  may  thus  my  part  immortal, 
Set  at  inner  life's  last  portal. 

Empty  on  this  world  external. 
Poured  from  all  its  well-stored  niches, 
All  its  treasures,  all  its  riches. 

Lasting  cheer  to  gloom  diurnal. 

Holy  Spirit !  now  heart's  station 
Opens  to  Thy  inspiration  ; 

Words  come  prompt,  my  lips  I  sever. 
Glory  from  all  spirits  living. 
Glory,  blessing,  and  thanksgiving, 

Glory  be  to  Thee  for  ever. 


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54^      ENGLISH  HVMNS   OF   19/7/    CENTURY. 


MEEKNESS    OF   SPIRIT. 

"DLESSED  Spirit,  that  preparest 
-*-^     From  Thy  unction's  vial  rarest 

For  the  kincrdom  ever-durincr 
Nature  with  new  beauty  gracing. 
Guilt's  imprinted  soil  effacing, 

Sin's  heart-eating  cancer  curing  : 

With  Thy  quickening  sunbeams  reach  me, 
With  Thy  holy  lessons  teach  me, 

Change  me,  Thou  almighty  Changer. 
Like  the  flame  from  altar's  embers. 
Pierce  my  heart,  my  reins,  my  members, 

Never  more  to  be  a  stranger. 

Where  Thy  virtue  Thou  suppliest, 
There  the  lowest  is  the  highest, 

There  the  servant  is  the  master, 
And  Thy  new-born  child  is  wiser 
Than  the  world's  gray-haired  adviser, 

Sees  scenes  brighter,  regions  vaster. 

Royalty  in  shame  Thou  shroudest ; 
Reed  of  scorn  is  sceptre  proudest, 

Robe  of  mockery  is  glorious ; 
Thorns  are  crowns  of  jewelled  whiteness, 
And  the  Cross  a  throne  of  brightness, 

Grave's  deep  cry  a  shout  victorious. 


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MEEKNESS   OF  SPIRIT.  549 

So  uphold  my  fixed  endeavor, 
Let  me  live  Thy  child  for  ever, 

Child  to  sin,  but  man  to  duty  ; 
Down  to  dust  all  proud  looks  veiling, 
Up  to  Heaven  with  clear  eye  scaling, 

Wondering  at  Thy  heavenly  beauty. 

Led  by  Thee,  O  Spirit  Holy, 
It  is  pleasant  to  be  lowly, 

Calm  to  lie  in  that  green  valley, 
Where,  unseen  from  world's  proud  mountains, 
Sweet  with  Love  of  Christ,  full -fountains 

From  His  rock  of  freshness  sally. 

Lord,  there  is  a  winsome  sweetness. 
Lord,  there  is  a  gladsome  meetness, 

When  the  ^  soul  hath  found  her  station, 
And  no  further  fall  can  try  her. 
But  each  flutter  lifts  her  higher 

On  Thy  pinions  of  salvation. 

Thus  renewed  to  nature's  centre. 
That  blest  kingdom  may  I  enter. 

There  where  service  shall  be  lording, 
There  where  cities  ruled  in  meekness 
Shall  not  blame  the  ruler's  weakness, 

Love  with  faithfulness  according. 


I  Original,  "when  thus  soul"  :  probably  a  misprint. 


550      ENGLISH  HYMNS  OF  i^th   CENTURY. 


THOMAS   HORNBLOWER   GILL.      Born   1819. 


Author  of  The  Papal  Drama,  1866,  l^he  Anniversaries,  1858.  and  TJie  Golden 
Chain  0/  Praise,  1869.  The  latter  contains  165  hymns,  which  a;e  remarkable  for 
freshness  and  delicacy  of  thought,  warmth  of  feeling,  and  frequent  melody  of  rhythm : 
in  the  judjynent  of  Dr.  Freeman  Clarke,  who  reprinted  some  of  his  earlier  lyrics,  this 
author  is  a  more  intellectual  Charles  Wesley.  He  lives  at  Lewisham  in  Kent,  and 
is  chiefly  occupied  with  historical  and  theologic  studies.  Some  account  of  him  may  be 
found  in  Hours  at  Hoj7ie  for  February,  186S.  • 


A   BREATHING   AFTER   THE   HOLY   SPIRIT. 
1863. 


(~\  HOLY  Ghost  who  down  dost  come 
^^     To  make  each  contrite  heart  Thy  home, 
On  me  descend  !  within  me  dwell, 
My  soul  renew,  my  sin  expel ! 

Spirit  of  Truth,  who  makest  bright 
All  souls  that  lonor  for  heavenly  li^^ht. 
Appear  and  on  my  darkness  shine  ! 
Descend  and  be  my  Guide  divine  ! 

Spirit  of  Power,  whose  might  doth  dwell 
Full  in  the  souls  Thou  lovest  well, 
Unto  this  fainting  heart  draw  near. 
And  be  my  daily  Quickener ! 

Spirit  of  Joy,  who  makest  glad 
Each  broken  heart  by  sin  made  sad. 
Pour  on  this  mourninsf  soul  Thv  cheer ; 
Give  me  to  bless  mv  Comforter  ! 


HOLY  SPIRIT,   DWELL    WITH   ME 


551 


O  tender  Spirit,  who  dost  mourn 
Whene'er  from  Thee  Thy  people  turn, 
Give  me  each  day  to  grieve  Thee  less  : 
Enjoy  my  fuller  faithfulness  ! 

Come  mightier  down  !  Thyself  impart 
More  largely  to  this  longing  heart ; 
My  Comforter  more  dearly  be  ; 
More  sweetly  guide  and  hallow  me  : 

Till  Thou  shalt  make  me  meet  to  bear 
The  sweetness  of  Heaven's  holy  air, 
The  light  wherein  no  darkness  is, 
The  eternal,  overflow^ing  bliss  ! 


THE    FELLOWSHIP    OF    THE    HOLY    SPIRIT. 

1848. 

TTOLY  Spirit !  dwell  with  me  !  . 
-*-  ■*-     Glorify  this  humble  home  ! 
Meet  again  mortality. 

To  another  temple  come  ! 

Holy  Spirit  I  forth  from  me  ! 

Sweetly  forth  —  ah,  not  away  : 
Kept  Thou  mayst,  yet  given  be  ; 

Mighty  go,  yet  mighty  stay. 

Spirit  that  W'ith  me  dost  dwell, 

Make  Thy  presence  richly  known  : 

Holy  deeds  send  forth  to  tell 
Of  the  bright  communion  ! 


55-       ENGLISH  HYMNS   OF  i^rn   CENTURY. 

Peaceful  Spirit !  hath  the  soul 

Where  Thy  voice  so  sweet  doth  sound, 

Of  Thy  mighty  music  full, 
Ears  to  hear  the  roar  around? 

Cheerful  Spirit !  where  but  here 
In  this  happy  home  of  Thine, 

Floweth  on  such  gladsome  cheer? 
Ever  fresh  the  feast  divine. 

Holy  Spirit !  give  not  o'er  ; 

Leave  not,  leave  not  hallowing  me ; 
Me  Thy  temple  evermore  ; 

Mine  Thine  own  Eternity  ! 


THE      DIVINE      RENEWER. 

"Tliou  renewest  the  face  of  the  earth." 
"  Be  renewed  in  the  spirit  of  your  mind." 

1867. 

'^  I  ^HE  glory  of  the  Spring  how  sweet ! 

-■-       The  new-born  life  how  o-jad  ! 
What  joy  the  happy  earth  to  greet 
In  new,  bright  raiment  clad ; 

The  blessed  vernal  airs  to  hail 

In  their  renewing  power, 
The  new  soncr  of  each  nicrhtinorale, 

The  new  birth  of  each  flower ! 


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THE  DIVINE  RENEWER.  553 

Divine  Renewer  !  Thee  I  bless  ; 

I  greet  Thy  going  forth  : 
I  love  Thee  in  the  loveliness 

Of  Thy  renewed  earth. 

But  O  these  wonders  of  Thy  Grace, 

These  nobler  works  of  Thine, 
These  marvels  sweeter  far  to  trace, 

These  new-births  more  divine  ! 

These  sinful  souls  Thou  hallowest, 
These  hearts  Thou  makest  new, 

These  mourning  souls  by  Thee  m^ade  blest, 
These  faithless  hearts  made  true  ! 

This  new-born  glow  of  faith  so  strong, 

This  bloom  of  love  so  fair ; 
This  new-born  ecstasy  of  song 

And  fragrancy  of  prayer  ! 

Creator  Spirit,  work  in  me 

These  wonders  svveet  of  Thine  ! 

Divine  Renewer,  graciously 
Renew  this  heart  of  mine  ! 

Grant  me  the  grace  of  the  New  Birth, 

The  joy  of  the  New  Song  ! 
The  vernal  bloom,  the  vernal  mirth 

In  my  new  heart  prolong  ! 

Still  let  new  life  and  strength  upspring, 

Still  let  new  joy  be  given, 
And  grant  the  glad  new  song  to  ring 

Through  the  new  earth  and  Heaven  ! 


554      ENGLISH  HYMNS  OF  ic^th   CENTURY. 


THE   UNCHANGING    RENEWER. 

*' Immutabilis,  mutans  omnia."  —  St.  Augustine. 
(Written  1869,  and  now  first  printed.     Contributed  to  this  Collection.) 

T    ORD  God,  by  Whom  all  change  is  wrought, 
^-^     By  Whom  new  things  to  birth  are  brought, 

In  Whom  no  change  is  known  ; 
Whate'er  Thou  dost,  whate'er  Thou  art, 
Th}^  people  still  in  Thee  have  part ; 

Still,  still  Thou  art  our  own. 

Ancient  of  Days  !  we  dwell  in  Thee  ; 
Out  of  Thine  own  Eternity 

Our  peace  and  joy  are  wrought ; 
We  rest  in  our  eternal  God, 
And  make  secure  and  sweet  abode 

With  Thee  Who  changest  not. 

Each  steadfast  promise  we  possess ; 
Thine  everlasting  Truth  we  bless, 

Thine  everlasting  Love  ; 
The  Unfailing  Helper  close  we  clasp, 
The  Everlasting  Arms  we  grasp. 

Nor  from  the  Refuge  move. 

Spirit,  Who  makest  all  things  new, 
Thou  leadest  onward  :  we  pursue 

The  heavenly  march  sublime. 
'Neath  Thy  renewing  fire  we  glow. 
And  still  from  strength  to  strength  we  go. 

From  height  to  height  we  climb. 


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THE  SPIRITS   DEALINGS.  555 

Darkness  and  dread  we  leave  behind, 
New  light,  new  glory  still  we  find, 

New  realms  divine  possess  : 
New  births  of  Grace  new  raptures  bring ; 
Triumphant  the  new  song  we  sing, 

The  great  Renewer  bless. 

To  Thee  we  rise,  in  Thee  we  rest ; 
We  stay  at  home,  we  go  in  quest. 

Still  Thou  art  our  abode. 
The  rapture  swells,  the  wonder  grows. 
As  full  on  us  new  life  still  flows 

From  our  unchanging  God. 


THE    SPIRIT'S    DEALINGS    WITH    THE    HEART. 

1854. 

O  WEET  Spirit !  would  Thy  Breath  Divine 
*^     O'er  a  void  waste  all  fragrant  blow? 
Bright  Presence  !  would  that  fire  of  Thine 
All  lonely  in  Thy  temple  glow? 

Thou  dost  not  sure  an  empty  heart 
For  Thy  dear  dwelling-place  desire ; 

To  glorif}'  Thy  holy  art 

Thou  dost  a  peopled  realm  require. 

O  sternly  all  the  robbers  chase. 

But  give  the  dwellers  leave  to  stay ; 

Unpeople  not  the  yielded  place, 
Nor  all  its  treasure  cast  away. 


55^      ENGLISH  HYMNS  OF  i^th   CENTURY. 

The  taken  treasure-house  explore 

With  Thine  all-searching  fire  divine  : 

And  put  upon  the  dross-blent  store 
The  glory  of  Thy  gold  most  fine. 

O  teach  the  conquered  realm  Thy  law , 

Each  passion  'neath  Thy  sweet  sway  bring ; 

From  each  dark  depth  Thy  glory  draw, 
From  each  dull  chord  Thy  music  ring  I 

Each  mounting  thought,  each  strong  desire 
Help  on  Thy  heavenly  wings  to  rise, 

And  light  in  hearts  with  love  on  fire 
Thine  own  pure  flame  that  never  dies. 

O  teach  our  wrath  the  holy  glow 

Wherewith  Thine  awful  anger  burns. 

And  make  our  grovelling  sorrow  know 
How  gloriously  the  Spirit  mourns  ! 

O  lend  our  hope's  dim,  dying  light 
The  steadfast  glory  of  Thy  flame, 

And  grant  our  joy,  divinely  bright, 
The  witness  of  Thy  smile  to  claim. 

Take  all  this  heart,  its  wealth,  its  powers, 
Its  vearninrrs  soft,  its  lonfjinijs  hiorh, 

Its  bkeding  wounds,  its  golden  hours. 
And  on  them  all  Thy  sweet  skill  try. 

O  breathe  on  them  Thy  Breath  divine  ! 

O  steep  tliem  in  Thy  heavenly  glow  ! 
Nor  let  one  smile  unhallowed  shine. 

Nor  let  one  tear  unhallowed  flow. 


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THE  FREE   SPIRIT. 


557 


THE    FREE    SPIRIT. 


T    ORD,  when  we  come  at  Thy  dear  call, 
^^-^     Our  scanty  store  we  bring  : 
Sweet  Spirit !  Thou  dost  ask  our  all 
For  Thine  own  hallowing. 

We  need  not  ask  of  our  right  hand 

Its  cunning  to  forget : 
May  not  it  move  at  Thy  command? 

Hast  not  Thou  tasks  to  set? 

Why  need  we,  Lord,  our  hearts  deny. 

Why  bid  our  love  begone  ? 
The  Heavenly  Dove  comes  down  to  try 

His  own  sweet  skill  thereon. 

Why  should  our  minds  repent  their  pains, 

Unlearn  their  little  lore? 
Spirit  of  Truth  !   advance  their  gains  ; 

Mingle  Thine  own  bright  stor*.^. 

Our  tender  tears  we  need  not  hide. 

Our  yearnings  deep  reprove  ; 
Teach  us  a  glorious  grief  allied 

To  Thine,  sin-vexed  Dove  ! 

We  need  not  dread  our  golden  while, 
Nor  shun  each  blissful  bower  ; 

Bright  Presence  !  bless  it  with  Thy  smile  ! 
Make  it  Thine  own  sweet  hour  ! 

For  us  no  height,  for  us  no  deep 
Whereon  Thou  mayst  not  shine  ; 

O  Spirit  sw^eet !  Thou  wouldst  not  keep 
From  us  one  gift  divine. 


55S      ENGLISH  HYMNS  OF  \^th   CENTURY. 


TAKE   NOT   THY   HOLY   SPIRIT   FROM    ME. 

1858. 

t~\  SPIRIT  sweet  and  pure, 
^^     Wilt  Thou  at  last  depart? 
Canst  Thou  no  more  endure 

This  faithless,  fallen  heart? 
These  lusts  that  reign. 

These  sins  that  cleave, 
Will  they  constrain 

My  Lord  to  leave? 

Was  not  this  heart  of  mine 

Thy  dwelling  fair  and  bright? 
Didst  not  Thou,  Guest  divine, 
In  that  abode  delight? 
With  me  to  dwell 

My  Lord  did  love  ; 
I  pleased  Thee  well, 
Celestial  Dove. 

Thou  madest  all  Thy  power 
And  glory  known  to  me  ; 
Thou  broughtest  all  Thy  dower 
Of  gifts  divine  with  Thee. 
Thy  cheer  ran  o'er. 

Thy  Love  o'erflowed ; 
Thy  precious  store 
Was  all  bestowed. 

Those  tender  tears  and  sighs. 
Those  strivings  strong  and  blest, 

Those  prayers  that  rend  the  skies, 
Thev  came  with  Thee,  sweet  Guest. 


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O   SPIRIT  SWEET  AND  PURE. 

That  joy  divine, 

That  gladsome  strain, 

They  once  were  mine. 
Thy  glorious  train. 

And  now  I  grieve  Thee  sore, 

I  scarce  resist  the  foe  : 
The  song  ascends  no  more  ; 

The  stream  of  prayer  runs  low. 
Sweet  Holy  Ghost, 

And  art  Thou  gone? 

Bright  Heavenly  Host, 

And  have  ye  flown? 

Lord,  shall  I  never  more 

Thy  Spirit  entertain  ? 
In  vain  do  I  implore 
A  visit  sweet  again? 
Ah,  well  I  mourn  ; 

Thou  well  dost  chide  : 
But  yet  return  ! 
But  yet  abide  ! 

More  mightily  descend. 

More  graciously  come  in  ! 
Thy  fuller  presence  lend, 
A  fairer  temple  win  ! 
O  go  away, 

Sweet  Guest,  no  more, 
But  come  and  stay 
With  all  Thy  store  ! 


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560      EXGLISH  HYMNS  OF  \^th   CENTURY. 


CHARLOTTE   MARGARET   NOEL. 


An  invalid  lady,  daughter  of  the  Hon.  and  Rev.  Gerard  Thomas  Noel.  From  her 
little  volume,  The  Name  0/  Jesus  and  other  Verses  for  the  Sick  and  Lonely,  Second 
Edition,  1862.     The  earlier  verses  of  this  piece  are  on  page  107. 


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SPIRIT  of  our  spirit,  Life's  pure  Fount ! 
True  Friend  of  the  true  Bridegroom  Whom 
we  wait, 
Reveal  Him  clearer  to  our  souls,  that  mount 
With  keen  expectance  towards  their  promised  state. 

■Tis  not  enough  that  He  our  place  prepares, 
With  beauty  infinite  adorns  our  Home, 
And  by  the  power  of  His  unceasing  prayers 
Prevails,  that  those  He  loves  shall  thither  come. 

We  would  be  like  Him  Whom  we  call  our  Lord, 

We  would  reflect  the  Image  that  we  love ; 

O  chasten  our  whole  being  to  accord 

With  the  deep  tides  of  life  that  in  Him  move. 

Thou  gracious  Spirit !  Comforter  most  meek  ! 
As  Christ  His  glory  veiled  in  flesh  of  man. 
So  Thou  Thy  Godhead  dost  conceal  in  weak 
Blind  spirits,  who  Thy  working  cannot  scan. 

But  when  He  comes  for  Whom  we  hourly  pray, 
And  we  are  one  with  Him  in  heart  and  mind. 
He  will  unfold  to  us  the  wondrous  way 
In  which  Thv  Love  and  His  for  us  combined. 


iSPIRIT  OF  BONDAGE    UNTO  FEAR. 


561 


Till  then  we  yield  ourselves  in  deepest  trust 
Into  Thy  Hands,  their  impress  to  receive  ; 
We  would  adore  Thee,  humbled  to  the  dust 
O  Holy  Ghost !  we  do  in  Thee  believe. 


SAMUEL   DUNN. 

A  Wesleyan  minister.     From  his  Hytnns/or  Pastors  aitd  People,  1862. 


Acts  xix.  2. 

OPIRIT  of  Bondage  unto  fear, 
^^     Fill  me  with  sacred  grief; 
Make  all  my  dangerous  state  appear, 
Shut  up  in  unbelief. 

Spirit  of  Faith,  to  me  reveal 

Jesus  the  Crucified  ; 
Let  me  behold  His  face,  and  feel 

His  cleansing  Blood  applied. 

Spirit  of  Liberty,  impart 
The  sense  of  sin  forgiven  ; 

Engrave  the  pardon  on  my  heart. 
And  seal  the  heir  of  heaven. 

Spirit  of  Life,  the  Grace  divine 
In  quickening  power  bestow  : 

Transform  my  nature  into  Thine, 
The  new  Creation  show. 
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562       ENGLISH  HYMNS  OF  ic^th   CENTURY. 

Spirit  of  Love,  diffuse  abroad 
Throughout  my  longing  soul 

The  Love,  the  perfect  Love  of  God, 
And  purify  the  whole. 

May  I  receive  the  Holy  Ghost, 
Then  stand  before  the  throne, 

And  join  the  bright  celestial  host 
To  praise  the  Three  in  One. 


Romans  viii.  9. 

OPIRIT  of  Christ,  descend 
^^     On  every  waiting  heart ; 
On  Thee,  Thee  only,  we  depend; 
Thy  help  to  us  impart. 

Come  as  the  shining  Light, 
The  things  of  Christ  reveal. 
That  we  may  see  His  glories  bright, 
And  all  His  goodness  feel. 

Come  as  refining  Fire, 
On  all  our  spirits  move  ; 
Kindle  the  pure  and  strong  desire 
To  be  transformed  by  Love. 

Come  as  a  mighty  Wind 
And  fill  this  favored  place  ; 
Let  every  heart  Thy  presence  find 
And  taste  Thv  richest  Grace. 


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ADESTE   SUMMA    CARITAS.  563 

Come  as  the  gentle  Dew 
Upon  the  thirsty  field, 
And  all  our  barren  souls  renew 
The  fruit  of  Grace  to  yield. 

Come  as  the  peaceful  Dove 
And  dwell  in  every  breast, 
Till  we  from  all  our  toils  remove 
To  Heaven's  eternal  Rest. 


>>S*4c 


FRANCIS   POTT. 

Incumbent  of  Northill  in  Bedfordshire.  His  Hymns  fitted  to  the  Order  of  Com- 
mon Prayer,  1861-4,  include  a  number  of  versions  from  the  Latin,  of  which  this  is  one. 
Its  origin  was  not  known  wlien  the  "  Latin  Hymns  "  in  this  volume  were  set. 


ADESTE    SUMMA    CARITAS. 

T  TEAR,  Holy  Spirit,  Fount  of  Sweetness, 

-*-  -*"     Binding  the  Eternal  Three  in  One  by  Love  ! 

Hear  and  descend,  that  in  our  weakness 
We  may  the  fulness  of  Thy  comfort  prove. 

By  Thee  the  Virgin-Maid  conceiving 
Brought  forth  the  Second  Adam,  who  hath  burst 

The  death-bonds  which  the  arch-deceiver 
Had  drawn  around  the  children  of  the  first. 

By  Thee  the  Apostles'  souls  were  lighted. 
To  trace  the  mysteries  of  God  the  Word  : 

Through  Thee  the  Truth  that  Israel  slighted 
The  Gentile  nations  at  their  preaching  heard. 


564       ENGLISH  HYMNS   OF   \<)TH   CENTURY. 


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Thy  Strength  upheld  the  noble  martyrs 
In  death  the  rulers  of  the  world  to  face  ; 

Thy  Light  illumined  holy  Fathers 
Each  subtle  error  in  the  Church  to  trace. 

And  we  too  now  need  all  Thy  goodness, 
The  Oil  of  Thine  anointing  on  the  soul : 

O  pour  it  out  in  all  its  fulness, 
Till  all  Thy  fallen  creatures  are  made  whole. 

Good  Spirit !  let  no  abject  trembling 
Place  us  at  last  amid  the  slaves  disowned  ; 

But  give  us  at  that  great  assembling 
The  loving  awe  of  children  round  the  throne. 

And  now,  O  Lord,  with  this  our  pleading, 
We  praise  Thee,  with  the  Father  and  the  Son  ; 

We  praise  Thee,  who  from  Both  proceeding. 
With  Both  from  all  eternity  art  One. 


WHITSUN-EVE. 

This  is  from  Mr.  Pott's  Collection,  and  may  be  his. 

^  I  ^HE  Lord  is  gone  ;  His  people  watch  and  pra}^ 
■*•       Until  fulfilled  is  His  consoling  word  ; 
In  patience  for  that  Promised  One  they  stay. 
The  Comforter  foretold  them  by  their  Lord. 

Come,  blessed  Comforter,  Thy  light  reveal ! 

Strengthen  our  faith  in  sorrow's  gloomy  hour ! 
Teach  us  to  know  Thou  carest  for  our  weal. 

And  wilt  preserve  us  from  the  tempter's  power. 


WHEN  Till':  LORD  OF  HOSTS  ASCENDED.     565 

Come,  blest  Remembrancer,  Thy  Grace  bestow, 
That  we  remember  all  that  Christ  has  taught ; 

Make  us  His  saving  truths  on  earth  to  know. 

Ourselves  to  be  with  Christ's  own  likeness  fraught. 

Thrice  holy  Paraclete  !  Thy  power  revealed. 
We  shall  no  more  lament  that  Christ  is  gone  ; 

For  by  Thy  mercy  purified  and  sealed 
We  shall  hereafter  with  our  Lord  be  one. 


>o>®<c 


BISHOP  CHRISTOPHER  WORDSWORTH.  D.D. 

Born   1807. 

A  nephew  of  William  Wordsworth,  and  since  1868  Bishop  of  Lincoln.     In  1862 
he  published   The  Holy  Year;   or  Hymns  for  Simdays  and  Holy  Days,  and  for 

Other  Occasions. 

WHIT-SUNDAY. 

"\T  7HEN  the  Lord  of  Hosts  ascended 

'  *        To  His  heavenly  citadel ; 
Soon  the  Holy  Ghost  descended, 

Sent  by  Him  with  men  to  dwell ; 
Sign  of  Christ's  inauguration 

In  the  kingdom  of  His  power, 
Largess  of  His  coronation, 

Royal  Bounty,  promised  Dower. 

When  the  faithful  there  assembled 

On  the  Day  of  Pentecost, 
Rushed  the  wind,  the  place  it  trembled  ; 

Came  from  Heaven  the  Holy  Ghost ; 


566      ENGLISH  HYMNS   OF  1()TH    CENTURY. 

Golden  shower  of  consecration, 

Tongues  of  fire  were  on  them  shed, 

And  that  holy  dedication 

Made  an  altar  of  each  head. 

Now  the  festive  Pentecostal 

Harvest-home  of  souls  they  keep ;  ^ 
With  his  sickle  each  Apostle 

Whitening  fields  goes  forth  to  reap  : 
God  with  holy  flame  from  Heaven 

Writes  on  hearts  the  law  of  love  ;  ^ 
Jubilee  ^  of  sins  forgiven 

Sounds  its  trumpet  from  above. 

Holy  Ghost,  divine  Creator, 

Who  didst  on  the  waters  move  ; 
Holy  Ghost,  Regenerator, 

Author  of  all  life  and  love  ; 
Holy  Ghost,  Illuminator, 

Who  didst  then  with  fire  baptize  ; 
Holy  Ghost,  great  Renovator, 

Come,  the  world  evangelize. 

Not  in  fire  from  Heaven  descending. 
Not  in  earthquake  nor  in  shower, 

Not  in  wind  the  mountains  rendincf, 
Nows  O  Lord,  we  seek  Thy  power; 


^  The  Feast  of  Pentecost  introduced  the  Wheat  Harvest. 
'  Tlie  Law  of  Moses  was  given  on  Movuit  Sinai,  fifty  days  after  the  Passover. 
'  In  the  Fiftieth  year:    so  the  Pentecost,  or  Fiftieth,   introduces   the    Christian 
Jubilee,  when  the  Apostles  began  to  preach  remission  of  sins  to  all  nations. 


I 


WHEN  THE  LORD  OE  HOSTS  ASCENDED.     567 

But  in  holy  aspirations 

Do  we  seek  and  find  Thee,  Lord, 
And  in  quiet  meditations 

On  Thy  everlasting  Word. 

With  the  kneeling  congregation 

Thou  art  in  the  house  of  prayer ; 
Laver  of  Regeneration 

Is  o'ershadovved  by  Thee  there  ; 
Thou  dost  shed  at  Confirmation 

From  Thv  winor  a  <xift  of  Grace  ; 
Eucharistic  Celebration 

Has  revealings  of  Thy  face. 

Guide  of  erring,  go  before  us  ; 

Breeze  in  heat,  refresh  our  soul ; 
Shed  Thy  genial  lustre  o'er  us  ; 

Balm  of  sickness,  make  us  whole. 
In  the  hour  of  danger  hear  us ; 

At'ter  labor  give  repose  ; 
In  the  days  of  sickness  cheer  us  ; 

Guard  in  danger  from  our  foes. 

Strengthen,  warm,  and  purify  us  ; 

From  the  bands  of  sin  release  ; 
Comfort,  counsel,  sanctify  us  ; 

Give  us  love  and  joy  and  peace  : 
Patience,  faith,  and  resignation 

Breathe  upon  us  with  Th}'  Breath ; 
Give  us  heavenh^  consolation 

In  the  solemn  hour  of  death. 


568       ENGLISH  HYMNS  OF  igr//   CENTURY. 


So  when  earth  with  fruit  aboundcth, 

And  shall  angel  reapers  see, 
And  the  great  archangel  soundeth 

God's  eternal  Jubilee, 
We  may  join  their  gratulation  ; 

To  the  Father  and  the  Son 
And  the  Spirit,  adoration 

Ever  be,  blest  Three  in  One. 


ASCENSION    DAY. 

(The  last  half  of  a  hj'mn  of  ten  verses.) 

TTOLY  Ghost,  Illuminator,  shed  Thy  beams  upon 
our  eyes. 

Help  us  to  look  up  with  Stephen,  and  to  see,  be- 
yond the  skies. 

Where  the  Son  of  Man  in  glory  standing  is  at  God's 
right  hand. 

Beckoning  on  His  martyr  army,  succoring  His  faith- 
ful band. 


See  Him,  Who  is  gone  before  us  heavenly  mansions 
to  prepare, 

See  Him,  Who  is  ever  pleading  for  us  with  prevail- 
ing pra3'er ; 

See  Him,  Who  with  sound  of  trumpet  and  with  His 
angelic  train. 

Summoning  the  world  to  Judgment,  on  the  clouds 
will  come  again. 


HOLY  GHOST,   ILLUMINATOR. 


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Lift  us  up  from  earth  to  Heaven  ;  give  us  wings  of 

faith  and  love, 
Gales  of  holy  aspirations  wafting  us  to  realms  above  ; 
That,  with  hearts  and  minds  uplifted,  we  with  Christ 

our  Lord  may  dwell, 
Where  He  sits  enthroned  in  glory  in  His  heavenly 

Citadel. 

So   at  last,  when  He  appeareth,  we  from  out  our 

graves  may  spring, 
With  our  youth  renewed  like  eagles,  flocking  round 

our  Heavenly  King, 
Caught  up  on  the  clouds  of  heaven,  and  may  meet 

Him  in  the  air. 
Rise  to  realms  where  He  is  reigning,  and  may  reign 

for  ever  there. 

Glory  be  to  God  the  Father ;  glory  be  to  God  the 

Son, 
Dying,  risen,  ascending  for  us,  Who  the  heavenly 

realm  has  won  ; 
Glor}^  to  the   Holy  Spirit ;  to  One  God  in  Persons 

Three, 
Glor}'   both   ifi    earth    and    heaven,   glory,    endless 

glory  be. 


570      ENGLISH  HYMNS  OF  ic^th  CENTURY. 


QUINQUAGESIMA. 


I  Corinthians  xii.  31 ;  xiii. 


/GRACIOUS  Spirit,  Holy  Ghost, 
^^      Taught  by  Thee,  we  covet  most 
Of  Thy  gifts  at  Pentecost 
Holy,  heavenly  Love. 

Faith,  that  mountains  could  remove, 
Tongues  of  earth  or  Heaven  above. 
Knowledge  —  all  things  —  empty  prove 
Without  heavenly  Love. 

Though  I  as  a  martyr  bleed, 
Give  my  goods  the  poor  to  feed. 
All  is  vain,  if  Love  I  need  ; 
Therefore,  give  me  Love. 

Love  is  kind  and  suffers  long, 
Love  is  meek,  and  thinks  no  wrong. 
Love  than  death  itself  more  strong ; 
Therefore,  give  us  Love. 

Prophecy  will  fade  away. 
Melting  in  the  light  of  day ; 
Love  will  ever  with  us  stay ; 
Therefore,  give  us  Love. 

Faith  will  vanish  into  sight ; 
Hope  be  emptied  in  delight ; 
Love  in  Heaven  will  shine  more  bright ; 
Therefore,  give  us  Lov^e. 


O  HOLY  GHOST,  BY  WHOM  WE  LIVE.       571 


Faith  and  Hope  and  Love  we  see 
Joining  hand  in  hand  agree  ; 
But  the  greatest  of  the  three, 
x\nd  the  best,  is  Love. 

From  the  overshadowing 
Of  Thy  gold  and  silver  wing 
Shed  on  us,  who  to  Thee  sing, 
Holv,  heavenlv  Love. 


CONFIRMATION. 

(Three  verses,  the  third  and  the  last  two,  out  of  eleven. 

r\  HOLY  Ghost,  by  Whom  we  live, 
^^     To  Thee  we  praise  and  glory  give  : 
Thou  blessed  Spirit,  Holy  Dove. 
Who  dost  on  hallowed  waters  move. 
By  Whom  in  them  we  joined  are 
To  Christ,  and  God's  own  Nature  share  : 
Brood  o'er  us  with  the  shado wings 
For  ever  of  Thy  golden  wings. 

Come,  ever-blessed  Spirit,  come. 

And  make  Thy  servants'  hearts  Thy  home  ; 

Thus  consecrated,  Lord,  to  Thee, 

May  each  a  living  temple  be. 

Enrich  that  temple's  holy  shrine 

With  sevenfold  gifts  of  Grace  divine  : 

With  wisdom,  light,  and  knowledge  bless. 

Strength,  counsel,  fear,  and  godliness. 


572       ENGLISH  HYMNS  OF  1()TH  CENTURY. 

O  Trinity  in  Unity, 

One  only  God  and  Persons  Three, 

In  Whom,  through  Whom,  by  Whom  we  live, 

To  Thee  we  praise  and  glory  give. 

O  grant  us  so  to  use  Thy  Grace, 

That  we  may  see  Thy  glorious  face, 

And  ever  with  the  heavenly  host 

Praise  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost. 


D><KOO 


CECIL   FRANCES   ALEXANDER. 


Wife  of  the  present  Bishop  of  Deny:  author  of  Hymiis  for  Little  Children, 
Verses  for  Holy  Seasons,  &c.,  and  compiler  of  The  Sunday  Book  of  Poetry.  From 
her  Hymns  Descriptive  and  Devotional,  1858. 


OPIRIT  of  God,  that  moved  of  old 
^^     Upon  the  water's  darkened  face, 
Come,  when  our  faithless  hearts  are  cold. 
And  stir  them  with  an  inward  grace. 

Thou  that  art  Power  and  Peace  combined, 
All  highest  Strength,  all  purest  Love, 

The  rushing  of  the  mighty  wind, 
The  brooding  of  the  gentle  dove  ; 

Unseal  the  well  within  our  hearts 

Whose  fount  in  Heaven  immortal  springs ; 
Bid  all  our  troublous  fears  depart. 

And  soothe  us  with  Thy  quiet  wings. 


O   HOLY  SPIRIT,    COME.  573 

Come,  give  us  still  Thy  powerful  aid, 
And  urge  us  on,  and  make  us  Thine ; 

Nor  leave  the  hearts  that  once  were  made 
Fit  temples  for  Thy  Grace  divine. 

Nor  let  us  quench  Thy  sevenfold  light ; 

But  still  with  softest  breathings  stir 
Our  wayward  souls  ;  and  lead  us  right, 

O  Holy  Ghost,  the  Comforter  ! 


JN>^0 


OSWALD  ALLEN. 


Born  1816 ;  a  banker  at  Kirkby- Lonsdale,  Westmoreland.   Hymns  of  the  Christian 
Life,  1862.     The  following  was  revised  for  Dr.  Rogers'  Lyra.  Britannica,  1867. 


f~\   HOLY  Spirit,  come, 
^-^^     And  Jesu's  Love  declare  ; 
O  tell  us  of  our  heavenly  Home, 
And  guide  us  safely  there. 

Our  unbelief  remove 

By  Thine  almighty  breath  ; 

O  work  the  wondrous  work  of  love. 

The  mighty  work  of  faith  ! 

Come  with  resistless  power. 
Come  with  almighty  Grace, 
Come  with  the  long-expected  shower. 
And  fall  upon  this  place. 


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574       ENGLISH  HYMNS  OF  k^th  CENTURY. 

We  know  Thou  hast  the  power, 
O  let  that  power  be  shown  ! 
We  know  that  this  is  mercy's  hour, 
O  make  Thy  mercy  known  I 

We  now  besiege  Thy  throne, 
We  fall  before  Thy  face  ; 
Our  only  hope.  Thy  Love  alone ; 
Our  only  trust,  Thy  Grace. 

Thy  sceptre,  Lord,  extend  ; 
Pity  our  deep  distress  : 
Thou  art  the  contrite  sinner's  Friend ; 
Thy  waiting  servants  bless. 

Give  us  the  melting  soul. 
Give  us  the  will  subdued. 
Give  us  the  streams  of  Grace,  to  roll 
Over  a  heart  renewed. 

We  bless  Thee  for  Thy  Grace 
And  Thine  almighty  power ; 
We  bless  Thee  for  Thy  holy  place, 
And  this  accepted  hour. 

WILLIAM   LINDSAY   ALEXANDER,   D.D. 

Bom  iSoS  :  Congregational ist  pastor  and  professor  in  Edinburgh,  and  "  the  great- 
est ornament  of  Independency  in  Scotland '' :  author  of  various  works,  among  them 
a  few  hymns.     This  is  taken  through  Lyra  Britannka.     The  date  of  this  is  1849. 

OPIRIT  of  Power  and  Truth  and  Love, 
^^     Who  sitt'st  enthroned  in  light  above, 
Descend,  and  bear  us  on  Thy  wings 
Far  from  these  low  and  fleeting  things. 


SPIRIT  OF  POWER,   TRUTH,  AND  LOVE.     S75 


'Tis  Thine  the  wounded  soul  to  heal ; 
'Tis  Thine  to  make  the  hardened  feel 
Thine  to  give  light  to  blinded  eyes, 
And  bid  the  grovelling  spirit  rise. 


Compassed  by  foes  on  every  side, 
By  sin  and  sore  temptation  tried, 
Where  can  we  look  or  whither  flee. 
If  not,  great  Strengthener,  to  Thee? 

When  faith  is  weak  and  courage  fails, 
When  grief  or  doubt  the  soul  assails, 
Who  can  like  Thee  our  spirits  cheer? 
Great  Comforter,  be  ever  near ! 

Like  captives  at  their  prison  gate, 
We  mourn  our  languishing  estate  : 
Thou  only  canst  our  bonds  untie  ; 
Great  Sanctifier,  hear  our  cry  ! 

Come,  Holy  Spirit,  like  the  fire. 
With  burning  zeal  our  souls  inspire  ; 
Come  like  the  south  wind,  breathing  balm  ; 
Our  joys  refresh,  our  passions  calm. 

Come  like  the  sun's  enlightening  beam  ; 
Come  like  the  cooling,  cleansing  stream  ; 
With  all  Thy  graces  present  be  : 
Spirit  of  God,  we  wait  for  Thee. 


57 6       ENGLISH  HYMNS  OF  \c)rH  CENTURY. 


THOMAS   BURBIDGE. 


Eleven  piecas  by  this  author  are  included  in  tliat  very  interesting  Collection, 
Poems  of  the  Inner  Life,  London,  1866.  Of  this  hymn  Mrs.  C.  F.  Alexander  has 
inserted  four  verses  in  her  Sunday  Book  0/  Poetry,  1864. 


TDRAISE  be  Thine,  most  Holy  Spirit, 
^     Honor  to  Thy  Holy  Name  ! 
May  we  love  it,  may  we  fear  it, 

Set  in  everlasting  fame  ! 
Honor,  honor,  praise,  and  glory, 

Comforter,  Inspirer,  Friend, 
Till  these  troubles  transitory 

End  in  glory  without  end. 

By  Thy  hand,  in  secret  working, 

Like  a  midnight  of  soft  rain. 
Seeds  that  lay  in  silence  lurking 

Spring  up  green,  and  grow  amain. 
Roots  which  in  their  dusty  bosoms 

Hid  an  age  of  golden  days, 
Stirring  with  a  cloud  of  blossoms, 

Clothe  their  bareness  for  Thy  praise. 

We  should  sleep  but  Thou  awakest ; 

Sometimes  like  a  morning  sun 
On  the  dazzled  soul  Thou  breakest, 

Heaven  at  once  on  earth  bej^un. 
Sometimes  like  a  star  appearing, 

Seen  and  lost  as  earth-winds  blow, 
Wishing,  hoping,  thinking,  fearing, 

Thou  hast  saved  us  ere  we  know. 


PRAISE  BE    THh\E,   MOST  HOLY  SPIJUT.     S^"] 

Thou  dost  set  the  mute  world  speaking 

To  the  sinner  in  his  sin  ; 
Thou  to  spirits  humbly  seeking 

Answerest  by  a  voice  within. 
Happier  souls,  like  fruit-trees  leading 

Ordered  brandies  o'er  the  wall, 
Find  in  Thee  the  solace  needing. 

Shower  or  sunshine.  Thou  art  All ! 

When  the  proud  one  builds  a  wonder 

Overshadowing  the  earth, 
Oft  its  turrets,  split  asunder, 

Cast  the  homeless  wanderer  forth  : 
Underneath  his  towers  derided 

Conscience  lurked,  as  strong  as  hell, 
But  Thine  eye  the  times  divided, 

And  the  spark  in  season  fell. 

As  an  island  in  a  river, 

Vexed  with  ceaseless  rave  and  roar, 
Keeps  an  inner  silence  ever 

On  its  consecrated  shore. 
Flowered  with  flowers  and  green  with  grasses  ; 

So  the  poor  through  Thee  abide, 
Every  outer  care  that  passes 

Deepening  more  the  peace  inside. 

Led  by  Thee,  the  loving  pastor. 

Anxious  night  and  weary  day, 
In  the  footsteps  of  his  Master 

Seeks  the  sheep  that  run  astray ; 


57S       ENGLISH  HYMNS  OF  \^th  CENTURY. 


Glad  to  warm,  and  glad  to  cherish, 
With  a  faithful  tender  tongue 

Cheers  the  weak  ones  near  to  perish, 
Gentlv  leads  the  ewes  with  vounir. 

When  our  heart  is  faint  Thou  w^armest, 

Justifiest  our  delight ; 
Thou  our  ignorance  informest, 

And  our  wisdom  shapest  right ; 
Thou  in  peace  dost  keep,  defendest 

In  the  hour  of  doubt  and  strife  ; 
Thou  beginnest  and  Thou  endest 

All  that  Christians  count  of  life. 

Gracious  Spirit,  Spirit  Holy, 

Take  our  spirits  unto  Thee  ; 
Fain  we  would  be  happy,  lowl}'" : 

Make  us  as  we  fain  would  be  ! 
'Tis  not  our  own  will  approves  us ; 

If  w^e  praise  or  if  we  sue, 
'Tis  Thine  own  kind  Spirit  moves  us. 

For  'tis  Thine  to  w-ill  and  do. 


ANONYMOUS. 

From  The  Monthly  Packet^  a  magazine  now  edited  by  Miss  Yonge,  which  has 
long  "  maintained  the  reputation  of  being  the  best  Church  Monthly  for  Young  Per- 
sons."   These  sonnets  are  founded  on  Collects  for  certain  days. 

/^  COME,  Consoler  !  vivifying  Dove  ! 
^^    And  o'er  our  hearts,  with  sins  and  sorrows  rife, 
Stretch  forth  Thy  hovering  wings,  as  erst  above 
The  dim  abyss  of  elemental  strife, 


O   COME,    CONSOLER 


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Fraught  with  Creation's  mission,  Thou  didst  move, 

Evoking  morning  from  primordial  night. 
E'en  thus  o'ershadowing  in  tlie  might  of  Love, 

Create  anew  our  souls  to  life  and  light. 
Enlightener,  come  !   and  with  Thy  conquering  fire 

Enkindle  the  sweet  flame  of  charity. 
And  fervent  zeal,  that  ne'er  shall  halt  or  tire. 

And  love  that  taught  the  martyrs  how  to  die  ; 
Yea,  with  Thy  seven  blest  gifts  our  hearts  inspire, 

Till   earth  recedes,   and   Heaven  seems  drawing 
nigh. 


EIGHTH    SUNDAY   AFTER   TRINITY. 

^^   HOLY  Ghost,  Whose  pitying  Providence 
^-^      Dotii  temper  all   things,  both  in  heaven   and 

earth, 
We  pray  Thee,  Lord,  with  Thy  blest  influence. 

To  rule  our  spirit,  by  the  second  birth 
Regenerate,  and  dead  to  things  of  sense  ; 

That   we    henceforth,    redeemed    from    sin    and 
wrath. 
May  labor  to  fulfil  all  excellence. 

All  fruit  of  love  in  patience  bringing  forth. 
Nor  let  the  leaven  of  hypocrisy 

With  empty  hopes  our  carnal  hearts  inflate  ; 
But  teach  us  so  on  earth  to  mortify 

The  flesh,  with  its  desires  inordinate, 
That  we,  in  meekness  and  all  purity. 

At  length  may  enter  by  the  narrow  gate. 


580      ENGLISH  HYMXS  OF  ic^th   CENTURY. 


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TWENTY-THIRD    SUNDAY    AFTER   TRINITY. 

r~\   GOD,  our  Strength,  our  Refuge  in  the  hour 
^^     Ot'  tears,  of  trembHng,  and  of  tribulation, 
Our  Light  in  darkness,  and  our  Fortress-Tower, 
Our  Help,  our  Shield,  the  Rock  of  our  salvation  : 

O  Holy  Spirit,  with  Thy  guiding  power, 
Grant  us  to  walk  as  worthy  our  vocation  ; 

Yea,  o'er  our  path  Thy  gifts  as  dew-drops  shower, 
And  save  us  in  the  day  of  visitation. 

And  let  us  labor,  looking  for  the  day 

When   Christ  our    Righteousness,   from   Heaven 
descending. 
Shall  come  again  in  glorious  majesty  ; 

When,  clothed  with  immortality,  the  clay 
Transfigured  shall  awake  to  life  unending, 
"  While  death  is  swallowed  up  in  victory  !  " 


HERBERT   KYXASTOX,    D.D.      Born   1S09. 

Rector  of  St.  Nicholas  Cole  Abbey,  London,  and  Prebendan-  of  St.  Paul's:  from 
his  vigcirous  Occasional  Hymns,  G^i^inal  and  Translated,  1S62. 


SILENCE    IN    HEAVEN. 

/^~^OME,  Holy  Ghost ;  the  Lamb  has  broke 
^^     The  hidden  Scripture's  seals  ; 
Yet  from  the  Throne  no  thunders  woke, 
No  golden  trumpet  peals  : 


HOLY  SPIRIT!  LONG   EXPECTED.  581 

Mysterious  rest  of  Light  represt,  — 

As  when  the  day  was  won, 
The  sun  stood  still  on  Gibeon's  hill, 

The  moon  on  Ajalon  ! 

'Tis  silence  still  in  all  the  heaven, 

Above,  below,  around  ; 
The  angels  with  the  trumpets  seven, 

Who  stand  prepared  to  sound. 
The  saint  before  the  golden  shrine, 

The  River  by  the  Tree, 
And  where  the  pictured  harps  recline 

Upon  the  glassy  Sea. 

Hold  fast  the  Rock,  thou  little  flock, 

So  fainting,  and  so  few  ; 
Lift,  lift  vour  hands, — the  an^jel  stands 

With  incense  lit  for  you  : 
Those  prayers  shall  be  a  cloudy  sea, 

From  myriad  censers  hurled  ; 
Earth's  utmost  space  your  meeting-place. 

Your  upper- room  the  world. 


JOHN   SAMUEL   BEWLEY   MOXSELL,   LL.D. 
Born  iSii. 

Vicar  of  Egham,  Surrey,  and  Rural  Dean :  author  of  Parish  Mtisings,  Spiritual 
Songs,  and  several  other  books.  The  hymns  here  given  are  troni  his  Hymns  of  Love 
and  Praise  for  tJte  Church's  Year,  1S53. 

Canticles  ii.  14. 
T  TOLY  Spirit !  long  expected, 

^    Come,  Thou  slow-returning  Dove, 
And  the  olive-branch  rejected 

O  bring  with  Thee  from  above  ! 


582         ENGLISH  HYMNS  OF  ic)TH  CENTURY. 

Holy  Spirit ! 
Let  the  savor 
Of  Thy  favor 
Comfort  all  our  hearts  with  love  ! 

Comforter  of  those  in  sorrow, 

Guide  to  those  who  go  astray  ! 
Teacher,  all  Whose  lessons  borrow- 
Light  from  what  the  Lord  did  say  ; 
Holy  Spirit ! 
Let  Thy  guiding, 
Grace  providing, 
Lead  us  upward  into  Day  ! 

O  Thou  Advocate  !  ^  Whose  pleading 

Wins  back  those  whose  souls  have  erred, 
While,  for  sinners  interceding, 
Christ  their  Advocate  ^  is  heard  ; 
Holy  Spirit  I 
Let  Thy  praises 
Help  to  raise  us 
Nearer  to  the  Eternal  Word  I 

Praise  to  God,  the  glorious  Giver  ! 

Praise  to  Christ,  the  Gift  bestow^ed  ! 
Praise  to  Thee,  the  Spirit  I  ever 
INIake  our  hearts  Thy  blest  abod^. 
Holy  Spirit  I 
Dwell  within  us, 
Gently  win  us 
Back,  in  Thy  good  time,  to  God  I 


1  John  xiv.  16. 


'  I  John  ii.  I. 


1 


THE  HEARTS  GARDEN.  583 


Isaiah  xlv.  8. 

/^"^  IFT  of  the  Father's  living  Love, 

^-^^      Hope  of  the  Saviour's  dying  prayer  ! 

Drop  gently  on  me  from  above 

With  the  soft  dewdrops  of  Thy  care  ; 
Refresh  me  with  Thy  bounteous  Grace, 
And  make  my  heart  Thy  dwelling-place  ! 

The  hateful  weeds  of  sin  destroy, 
The  bloom  of  Paradise  restore ; 

With  beauty  bless  it,  and  with  joy 
Fill  its  waste  places  evermore ; 

Refresh  it  with  Thy  bounteous  Grace, 

And  make  it  Thine  own  dwelling-place ! 

It  is  the  garden  of  the  Lord, 

But  all  unfit  for  Him  to  see. 
Until  its  tangled  paths,  restored 

To  their  primeval  grace  by  Thee, 
Become  the  ways  where  He  will  walk, 
And  by  me  sit,  and  with  me  talk. 

O  blessed  Spirit !  on  me  rest. 

And  in  me  evermore  abide  ; 
What  I  should  be  Thou  knowest  best. 

What  I  most  need  Thou  canst  provide ; 
Refresh  my  drooping  soul  with  Grace, 
And  make  it  God's  own  dwelling-place. 


584         ENGLISH  HYMNS  OF  i<)TH  CENTURY. 


* 


THOMAS   DAVIS. 


Incumbent  of  Roundhay,  Yorkshire.     From  his  Hytnns  Old  and  New^  1864. 


/^OME,  Holy  Spirit,  come, 
^^     Mercies  revealing ; 
Make  every  heart  Thy  home ; 

Quicken  its  feeling. 
Then  shall  our  songs  ascend. 
Breathing  glad  love,  and  blend 
With  notes  that  never  end, 

Through  Heaven  pealing. 

Come  like  the  morning  light 

Tranquilly  beaming, 
Chasing  the  shades  of  night, 

Waking  the  dreaming. 
So  the  sweet  peace  from  Thee 
Shall  for  the  spirit  free 
Like  a  calm  river  be 

Ceaselessly  streaming. 

Come,  Holy  Spirit,  come, 

Thou  that  delightest 
Gladness  to  give  for  gloom,  ' 

And  all  invitest. 
Let  every  mourner  go 
Where  healing  waters  flow, 
And  love  and  pleasure  know 

Purest  and  brightest. 


ETERNAL    SPIRIT,    THEE    WE  PRAISE.     585 


MISS    B.    E.    BISHOP. 

In    Lyra    Euchartsiica,    1863.      Verses  5  and  6  of  a   hymn   of  eight,   to  the 
Trinity. 

EUCHARISTIC   THANKSGIVING. 

T'X  JE  give  Thee  thanks,  Good  Spirit, 

^  ^       For  Thy  life-giving  power, 
Shining  with  mystic  splendor's  light 

In  eucharistic  hour. 
O  teach  us  how  to  worship  God 

As  angels  do  on  high, 
And  join  our  loved  communion  with 

Their  altars  in  the  sky. 

We  thank  Thee,  Holy  Spirit; 

Rise  Thou  wdthin  our  hearts ; 
Illuminate  the  mystery 

This  Sacrament  imparts. 
O  sanctify  the  oflerings 

We  bring  our  God  to-day ; 
Reveal  Thy  glorious  presence, 

And  teach  us  how  to  pray. 


D^i^C 


ANONYMOUS. 

J.  S.     Juvetiile  Hymn-Book^  1862.     I  find  it  in  The  Prijuitive  Methodist  Sab- 
bath School  Hyjiin-Book^  1864. 

"rpTERNAL  Spirit,  Thee  we  praise  ! 
^-^     Order  from  chaos  Thou  didst  raise. 
Upon  my  darkness  brightly  shine, 
Vouchsafe  the  Licrht  of  Life  divine. 


586        ENGLISH  HYMNS   OF   \()TH   CENTURY. 

Tis  Thine  the  Father  to  reveal, 
Tis  Thine  the  child  of  God  to  seal, 
'Tis  Thine  the  Son  to  glorify, 
'Tis  Thine  the  soul  to  sanctify. 

Thou  canst  my  stubborn  will  subdue, 
Thou  canst  my  evil  heart  renew, 
Thou  canst  my  every  foe  o'ercome  : 
Descend  and  make  my  heart  Thy  home. 

The  seers  of  old  Thou  didst  inspire. 
The  Apostles  crown  with  holy  fire  ; 
O  Fount  of  Life  I  O  Source  of  Good  ! 
Come,  fit  my  soul  to  dwell  with  God. 


FOR   THE   YOUNG. 

From  the  same. 

r\  LORD,  Thy  Holy  Spirit  send, 
^^     To  be  our  Counsellor  and  Friend 
This  promised  blessing  w^e  would  claim 
In  our  exalted  Saviour's  name. 

Spirit  Divine  !  Th}'  Grace  impart 
To  guide  and  sanctify  each  heart : 
To  us  the  things  of  Christ  display, 
x\nd  lead  us  in  the  narrow  way. 

Enable  us  to  learn  Thy  Truth, 
And  by  Thy  Grace  direct  our  youth. 
O  may  Thy  power  Thy  Word  attend, 
And  on  our  souls  like  dew  descend. 


THOU  BLESSED  SPIRIT,  BY  WHOSE  AID.     587 

'Tis  not  by  our  own  might  or  skill 
That  we  can  know  or  do  Thy  Will : 
But  Thou  the  appointed  means  wilt  bless 
With  Thine  own  power  and  great  success. 

O  may  Thy  blessing  like  a  shower 
From  Heaven  upon  our  bosoms  pour, 
And  may  Thv  copious  floods  of  Grace 
Descend  on  all  our  youthful  race. 


THOU    BLESSED    SPIRIT. 

From  R.  H.  Baynus'  Canterbury  Hymtial,  1S63.     Altered  by  him  from  another 
piece,  to  me  unknown. 

nPHOU  blessed  Spirit,  by  Whose  aid 

Life's  path  is  safely,  trod, 
Its  varied  scenes  and  duties  made 
True  progress  home  to  God  : 

Come  to  our  hearts,  Lord,  and  abide 

A  welcome  Guest  therein  : 
Help  to  withstand  assaults  of  pride, 

To  fight  and  conquer  sin. 

The  Grace  and  Peace  of  Christ  reveal. 

His  everlasting  Love  ; 
Disperse  the  doubts  that  w^ould  conceal 

Our  hope  of  Rest  above. 

Come  with  the  joy  Thy  Love  imparts, 

Sweet  sense  of  sin  forgiven  : 
With  patience  fill  our  restless  hearts, 

And  guide  us  home  to  Heaven. 


588      ENGLISH  HYMNS  OF  1()TH   CENTURY. 


+ 


O   SPIRIT,    LORD   AND   GOD. 

From  E.  Monro's  Supplementary  Hymns,  Leeds,  1S64.     Tlie  refrain  is  to  be 
used  after  each  verse. 

r\  SPIRIT,  Lord  and  God, 

^^     Come  dwell  and  rest  with  me, 

And  kindle  here  the  fire 

Of  living  love  to  Thee. 
For  I  Thy  child  have  been 

Through  all  my  youthful  days, 
Since  at  the  fount  of  Love 
I  first  received  Thy  Grace. 
For  I  am  weak,  alone. 

And  need  Thy  present  power 
Through  life's  uncertain  daily  strife, 
And  through  my  dying  hour. 

O  Fount  of  Life  and  Peace, 

Flow  through  my  thirsting  soul ; 
Sustain  a  holy  life 

Until  I  reach  the  goal. 
When  I  grow  faint,  refresh : 

When  I  have  erred,  renew : 
When  I  am  dull,  shed  forth 

The  showers  of  Thy  dew. 

O  Beam  of  living  Light, 

Sun  of  my  shadowed  way. 
Pour  forth  upon  my  soul 

The  brightness  of  Thy  ray. 
And  when  the  Tempter's  power 

Shall  too  successful  be, 
O  pierce  those  mists  of  sin. 

And  bid  those  shadows  flee. 


O   SPIRIT,   LORD   AND    GOD.  S^9 

O  Breath  which  Jesus  breathed 

Upon  His  Church  of  yore, 
Fill  me  with  heavenly  Life, 

As  Thou  hast  done  before. 
May  every  day  I  live 

Be  sacrificed  by  me, 
That  when  those  days  are  past, 

I  still  may  be  with  Thee. 

O  Dove  Who  singeth  peace. 

Lull  every  passion  here  ; 
Raise  me  when  I  am  faint, 

Encourage  w^hen  I  fear. 
The  music  of  Thy  voice 

Shall  give  my  spirit  rest. 
If  Thou  wilt  deign  to  make 

This  heart  of  mine  Thy  nest. 

O  Thou  Who  once  didst  move 

Upon  the  watery  waste. 
And  gave  Creation's  work 
Of  life  and  joy  to  taste  ; 
Each  rite  divine  move  o'er. 

Move  through  my  every  prayer ; 
Grant  in  Communion's  hour 
I  still  may  find  Thee  there. 
For  I  am  weak,  alone. 

And  need  Thy  present  power 
Through  life's  uncertain  daily  strife, 
And  through  my  dying  hour. 


590      ENGLISH  HYMNS  OF  i^rii   CENTURY. 


DAVID   THOMAS,    D.D. 

Pastor  of  "  Stockwell   Congregational  Church,"  and  author  of  various  books. 
Froni  his  very  interesting  Collection,   The  Augustine  Hymn-Book,  1866. 

John  i.  32, 

/^~\  SPIRIT,  descend  as  the  beams  of  the  morn, 
^^      In  the  brightness  of  God  our  natures  adorn. 
Come  down  as  Thou  didst  on  chaos  of  old  ; 
Bring  forth  those  creations  Thy  prophets  foretold. 

O  Spirit,  descend  as  the  rain  and  the  dew, 
That  the  beauties  of  Eden  may  spring  up  anew. 
Come  down  as  the  wind  on  the  dry  bones  of  old. 
Breathe  Life  into  souls  that  are  withered  and  cold. 


Thy 


O  Spirit,  descend  as  on  Pentecost  hour, 
When  thousands  that  met  were  changed  b}^ 

power : 
Come  down  as  a  fire  from  Thy  altar  above, 
And  kindle  within  us  the  flames  of  Thy  Love. 


Jj^.c 


W.    R.   PERCIVAL. 

A  clergyman  in  East  London.     He  contributed  three  hymns  to  The  Augiisthie 
Hymn-Book^  1866. 

THE   SPIRIT   OF   LIBERTY. 

2  CoR.  iii.   17. 

T  TNSEEN  Spirit,  Lord  of  Life, 
^^      Teach  us  Thee  in  all  to  see : 
Strengthen  for  the  glorious  strife 
All  who  seek  Thy  liberty. 


i 


THE  SPIRIT  OF  LIBERTY. 

Thou  hast  formed  the  earth  and  skies  : 
All  thinfjs  fair  and  brio-ht  are  Thine. 

Make  us  in  Thine  image  rise, 
Let  us  in  Thy  glory  shine. 

From  Thee  come  the  gifts  of  men  ; 

All  the  might  of  mind  Thou  hast : 
New  dost  Thou  make  all  again, 

Filling  future,  present,  past. 
Time  and  space  are  forms  of  Thee, 

Dwelling  in  Eternity  : 
The  meek  heart  Thou  makest  free 

In  Thy  Love's  immensity. 

Thou  art  Health  and  Peace  and  Power 

In  Thy  life  of  mighty  Love  : 
From  Thee  is  our  spirit's  dower  : 

Thou  dost  raise  to  thinsfs  above. 
Beauteous  is  Thy  Holiness  ; 

On  us  let  Thy  Beauty  be  : 
From  Thy  fulness  Thou  dost  bless, 

Giving  us  our  all  in  Thee. 

All  Thy  works  and  ways  are  good  : 

Order  is  Thy  living  Law. 
By  Thee  Christ  poured  out  His  Blood  ; 

Thou  to  Him  our  hearts  dost  draw. 
In  Thy  Life  atoned  we  are, 

Children  of  our  Father's  Love  : 
Thou  dost  call  Thy  sons  from  far 

To  our  nativ^e  Home  above. 


591 


592       ENGLISH  HYMNS  OF  i^th   CENTURY. 


All  our  glory  is  of  Thee, 

Source  of  sanctity  and  Grace : 
Like  to  Christ  we  all  shall  be 

When  we  see  Him  face  to  face. 
Let  us  see  Thy  glory  now 

In  the  face  of  Him  who  died, 
That  we  all  to  Thee  may  bow, 

Pardoned,  healed,  and  purified. 


"THE    LAW    OF   THE    SPIRIT    OF    LIFE.' 


Romans  viii.  2. 


OPIRIT  of  Life  and  Light, 
^^     Whose  Mind  is  Law, 
Make  us  in  Thee  delight ; 
All  to  Thee  draw. 

We  are  Thine  own  offspring : 

O  make  us  pure  ! 
Into  Thy  Kingdom  bring  ; 

Make  our  call  sure. 

The  heavens  are  Thine  abode, 

The  earth  and  sea ; 
All  being  from  Thee  flowed ; 

We  dwell  in  Thee. 

Let  us  be  born  again 
By  Thy  great  might : 

May  we  with  Thee  remain 
In  glorious  Light ! 


LET   THY   WONDROUS    WAY  BE   KNOWN.     593 


A.  JACKSON. 

A  deacon  of  Dr.  Thomas'  parish,  now  dead.     From  The  Aiigiisti7ie  Hynin-Book^  i856. 

"HEAR    MY   PRAYER,    O    LORD." 

T    ET  Thy  wondrous  way  be  known, 
-'-^     And  let  every  nation  own 
Thou  art  God,  and  Thou  alone. 
Spirit,  hear  our  prayer. 

Let  each  one  Thy  glorious  Name 
Magnify,  and  spread  Thy  fame, 
And  Thy  Love  let  all  proclaim. 
Spirit,  hear  our  prayer. 

Let  the  nations  join  to  sing. 
And  let  hallelujahs  ring 
To  the  righteous  Judge  and  King. 
Spirit,  hear  our  prayer. 

Then  shall  blessings  from  Thy  hand 
Fall  in  showers  upon  our  land, 
And  the  world  in  rapture  stand. 
Spirit,  hear  our  prayer. 

Shine  upon  us,  God  of  Grace  ! 
From  Thy  holy  dwelling-place 
Deign  to  bless  our  fallen  race. 
Spirit,  hear  our  prayer. 


594       ENGLISH  HVMNS   OF   \()TH    CENTOWV. 


JOSEPH   TRITTON. 

The  date   of  this  is  1861.     I  take  it  from  the  Psahns  and  Hymns  of  the  Eng- 
lish Presbyterians,   iSj;. 


OPENING    A    PLACE    OF    WORSHIP. 

OPIRIT  of  Glory  and  of  Grace, 
^^     Thy  favor  we  entreat ; 
Thou  true  Shekinah  of  the  place 
Where  true  disciples  meet. 

O  let  the  labor  of  our  hands 

Be  precious  in  Thy  sight ; 
And  long  as  this  our  temple  stands 

Thy  Presence  be  its  Light. 

Here  float  the  gospel-banner  wide 

O'er  faithful  hearts  and  brave  ; 
And  here,  O  Jesus  crucified  ! 

Come  forth  in  power  to  save. 

Make  bare  Thine  arm,  Thou  King  of  saints, 

To  bring  dead  souls  to  life  ; 
And  when  Thy  children's  courage  faints 

Renew  them  for  the  strife. 

No  Bochim  this  —  no  place  of  woe. 

But  Pisgah's  holy  steep, 
Where  dying  ones  their  heaven  shall  know, 

Ere  yet  they  fall  asleep  : 

While  we  who  live  shall  urge  the  race, 

If  Jesus  be  but  here  : 
Spirit  of  Glory  and  of  Grace, 

Revealing  Christ,  appear  ! 


PVE   ADORE    THEE.      595 


SAMUEL  JOHN   STONE. 

Curate  of  Windsor,  and  author  of  Lyra.  Fidellum:  Twelve  Hymns  on  the 
Twelve  Articles  of  the  Apostles'  Creed,  1866;  a  little  volume  of  merit  and  im- 
portance. 

"I    BELIEVE    IN    THE    HOLY   GHOST." 

"The  Lord  is  that  Spirit." 

/''^OD  the  Spirit,  we  adore  Thee, 
^-^     In  the  trinal  Godhead  One, 
One  in  love  and  power  and  glory 
With  the  Father  and  the  Son  ; 
Prayer  and  praise  to  Thee  we  bring, 
Our  devotion's  offering. 

Once  the  desolate  world-ocean, 

Quickened  from  its  long  death-sleep. 

Woke  to  light  and  life's  emotion 
At  Thy  brooding  o'er  its  deep  : 

Spirit,  ever  may  Thy  breath 

Quicken  us  from  sleep  and  death  ! 

Holy  Fount  of  Inspiration, 

By  Whose  gift  the  great  of  old 

Spake  the  Word  of  Revelation 
Marvellous  and  manifold, 

Grant  to  us  who  see  and  hear 

Reverence  of  eye  and  ear. 

Priceless  Gift  of  Christ  for  ever, 
Righteousness  and  Peace  and  Joy, 

Which  the  evil  world,  that  never 
Can  receive,  cannot  destroy  : 


59^       ENGLISH  HYMNS   OF   19/7/    CENTURY. 


Shall  the  Churcli  or  faint  or  fear 
While  the  Comforter  is  near? 

Author  of  our  new  creation, 

Giver  of  the  second  birth, 
Mav  Thy  ceaseless  renovation 

Cleanse  our  souls  tVom  stains  of  earth, 
And  our  bodies  ever  be 
Holy  temples  meet  for  Thee. 

When  we  wander.  Lord,  direct  us, 
Keep  us  in  the  Master's  way. 

Let  Thy  strong,  swift  sword  protect  us. 
Warring  in  the  evil  day  ; 

Paraclete  for  every  need. 

Come  to  streni^then  and  to  lead  ! 

Come,  Thy  glorious  gifts  providing, 
Foretaste  of  the  future  now  ; 

Bring  that  sweet  sense  of  abiding 
Thou  canst  give,  and  only  Thou. 

One  in  Thee,  we  shall  be  one 

In  the  Father  and  the  Son. 

x\men. 

JAMES   GRANTHAM   FAITHFULL. 

V4car  of  Cheshunt,   Herts.       From  liis  Confirm.ition  Hyvins,   1867. 

DAY    OF    CONFIRMATION. 

/^  THOU  Whose  special  work  it  is 
^^     The  things  of  Christ  to  men  to  show, 
And  make  the  souls,  by  purcliase  His, 
Their  blessings  of  salvation  know  : 


CONFIRMATION.  597 

Shed  from  Thy  cahn  celestial  light 

One  sweetly-penetrating  ray, 
That  every  eye  may  see  liow  bright 

Our  solemn  consecration  day. 

Were  not  the  souls  of  these  our  youth 

Once  holy  temples  fit  for  Thee  ? 
O  make  them  now  to  feel  in  truth 

The  glory  of  their  infancy. 

The  spirit  meek,  submissive,  mild,  — 
Such  blessing  may  it  still  be  theirs  I 

The  simple  trusting  of  the  child, 
O  is  it  lost  in  after  years? 

Not  if  Thy  power  subduing  be  shed  ! 

Then  make  such  light  on  these  to  shine  : 
By  Thee  belief  is  perfected, 

Subjection  of  our  reason  Thine. 

Spirit  of  Truth  and  Knowledge  true. 
Spirit  of  life  and  light  and  power, 

Thou  only  canst  the  soul  renew  : 
Be  this  Thine  own  renewing  hour. 

Spirit  of  Christ,  Th}'  Grace  bestow ; 

Be  Thou  our  Guide,  our  Strength,  our  Stay ; 
And  make  us  by  Thy  presence  know 

How  blest  our  consecration  day. 


59^       ENGLISH  HYMNS   OF   ic^th   CENTURY. 


GERARD   MOULTRIE. 

Vicar  of  South   Leigh,   near   Oxford,  and  one   of  the   editors  of  The  People's 
}Jyjnnat,    iSS;. 


VENI,   JAM   VENI    CONSOLATOR. 

/^OME  Thou,  O  come  ; 
^^     Sweetest,  and  kindliest, 

Giver  of  tranquil  rest 
Unto  the  weary  soul ; 

In  all  anxiety 

With  power  from  heaven  on  high, 
Console. 

Come  Thou,  O  come  ; 

Help  in  the  hour  of  need, 
Strength  of  the  broken  reed, 

Guide  of  each  lonely  one ; 
Orphans'  and  widows'  stay. 
Who  tread  in  life's  hard  way 
Alone. 

Come  Thou,  O  come  ; 

Glorious  and  shadow-free, 

Star  of  the  stormy  sea, 
Light  of  the  tempest-tost ; 

Harbor  our  souls  to  save 

When  hope  upon  the  wave 
Is  lost. 

Come  Thou,  O  come  ; 
Joy  in  life's  narrow  path, 
Hope  in  the  hour  of  death, 


GOD    THE  FATHER,    GOD    THE    WORD.     599 

Come,  blessed  Spirit,  come  ; 
Lead  Thou  us  tenderly. 
Till  we  shall  find  with  Thee 
Our  home. 

»o-^«s:oo 

RICHARD   FREDERICK   LITTLEDALE,  D.C.L. 

From  The  People'^ s  Hymnal,  1867. 

LITAiNY    OF   THE    HOLY    GHOST. 

/^OD  the  Father,  God  the  Word, 
^-^      God  the  Holy  Ghost  adored, 
Blessed  Trinity,  One  Lord; 
Spare  us.  Holy  Trinity. 

•    Holy  Spirit,  wondrous  Dove, 
Dew  descending  from  above. 
Breath  of  Life,  and  God  of  Love ; 
Hear  us.  Holy  Spirit. 

Lord  of  strength  and  knowledge  clear, 
Wisdom,  godliness  sincere, 
Understanding,  counsel,  fear; 
Hear  us.  Holy  Spirit. 

Giver  of  Love,  meekness,  peace, 
Patience,  pureness,  faith's  increase, 
Mercy,  joy  thnt  cannot  cease  ; 
Hear  us,  Holy  Spirit. 


# ^ * 

600      ENGLISH  HYMNS   OF   \^th    CENTURY. 

Teacher  of  all  innocence, 
Goodness,  virtue,  temperance, 
In  temptation  strong  defence  ; 
Hear  us,  Holy  Spirit. 

Strength  of  age,  and  Guide  of  youth, 
Lord  of  tenderness  and  ruth, 
Leader  into  perfect  Truth  ; 
Hear  us,  Holy  Spirit. 

Thou  Who,  overshadowing 
Blessed  Mary  with  Thy  wing, 
Madest  her  to  bear  the  King  ; 
Hear  us,  Holy  Spirit. 

Thou  Who  brooding  o'er  the  wave 
Poured  the  stains  of  sin  to  lave, 
Com  est  in  the  font  to  save ; 
Hear  us.  Holy  Spirit. 

Thou,  Whose  might  from  Heaven  shed 
On  the  Wine  and  on  the  Bread, 
Bringeth  to  us  Christ  our  Head ; 
Hear  us,  Holy  Spirit. 

Lightener  of  eyes  that  seek. 
Thou  Who  pleadest  for  the  weak 
With  those  groans  no  tongue  may  speak ; 
Hear  us.  Holy  Spirit. 

From  sin's  dark  and  woeful  night, 
From  the  world  and  vain  delight, 
From  the  devil  and  his  might ; 
Save  us,  Holy  Spirit. 


SPIRIT  BLEST,    WHO  ART  ADORED.       6oi 


From  all  pride  and  heresy, 
From  all  lack  of  purity, 
From  the  tempter's  enmit}^ ; 
Save  us,  Holy  Spirit. 

Thou,  with  Thine  own  cleansing  dew, 
Our  polluted  hearts  renew. 
Hearken  ever  as  we  sue, 

We  pray  Thee,  Holy  Spirit. 

Thou  with  Thine  own  union  bind 
Soul  and  body,  heart  and  mind. 
In  peace  with  God  and  all  mankind, 
We  pray  Thee,  Holy  Spirit. 

That  we  never  quench  Thy  grace, 
But  at  last  may  reach  the  place 
Where  shines  Jesu's  glorious  Face, 
We  pray  Thee,  Holy  Spirit. 


3o:.^c 


THOMAS   BENSON  POLLOCK. 


From  his  Metrical  Litanies,   1S70.      The  refrain,    "  Hear  us,   Holy  Spirit,"  is 
meant  to  be  added  to  each  stanza. 


Part  I. 

OPIRIT  blest.  Who  art  adored 
"^     With  the  Father  and  the  Word, 
One  eternal  God  and  Lord, 
Hear  us.  Holy  Spirit ! 


6o2       ENGLISH  HYMNS  OF  i^th   CENTURY. 

Spirit  of  the  Only  Wise, 

Thou  in  Whom  all  knowledge  lies, 

Reading  all  with  searching  eyes  : 

Spirit  giiidin<;  to  the  right, 
Spirit  making  darkness  light, 
Spirit  of  resistless  might : 

Spirit  Who  dost  fear  impart. 
Giving  love  to  ever}^  heart, 
Makinij  mortals  what  Thou  art : 

Thou  by  Whom  in  days  of  old 
Men  did  write  as  they  were  told. 
And  the  truths  of  Heaven  unfold  : 

Thou  by  Whom  the  Virgin  bore 
Him  Whom  Heaven  and  earth  adore, 
Sent  our  nature  to  restore  : 

Spirit  falling  like  a  dove 
From  the  opened  skies  above, 
With  the  Father's  power  and  love  : 

Spirit,  by  Whose  gifts  of  Grace 
Jesus  blessed  our  fallen  race, 
Raising  them  from  lowly  place  : 

Comforter,  when  Jesus  rose, 
Promised  to  be  sent  to  those 
He  was  leavinor  with  their  foes  : 

Thou  Whom  Jesus  from  His  throne 
Gave  to  cheer  and  help  His  own. 
That  the^  might  not  be  alone  : 


SPIRIT  BLEST,    WHO  ART  ADORED.       603 


Thou  Whose  power  inspiring  came, 
FalHng  down  Hke  tongues  of  flame, 
Where  they  met  in  Jesus'  name, 
Hear  us,  Holy  Spirit ! 


Part  II. 


Comforter,  to  Whom  we  owe 
All  that  we  rejoice  to  know 
Of  our  Saviour's  work  below  : 

Thou  Whose  sound  Apostles  heard, 
Thou  Whose  power  their  spirit  stirred. 
Giving  them  the  living  Word  : 

Thou  Whose  Grace  the  Church  does  fill. 
Making  Jesus  present  still. 
Showing  her  God's  perfect  w^ill : 

Coming  w^ith  Thy  power  to  save. 
Moving  on  baptismal  wave. 
Raising  sinners  from  their  grave  : 

Thou  by  Whom  our  souls  are  fed 
With  the  true  and  living  Bread, 
Even  Him  Who  for  us  bled  : 

Spirit,  showing  us  the  way. 
Warning  when  we  go  astray, 
Pleading  in  us  when  we  pray  : 

Spirit,  Whom  our  failings  grieve, 
Whom  the  world  will  not  receive, 
Who  dost  help  us  to  believe  : 


6o4       ENGLISH  HYMNS   OF   i^Tii    CENTURY. 

Spirit,  guarding  us  from  ill, 
Bending  right  our  stubborn  will ; 
Though  we  grieve  Thee,  patient  still : 

Holy  Ghost,  when  sinners  fall. 

And  when  snares  their  souls  enthrall, 

Leadinor  back  with  f^entle  call : 

Spirit,  bidding  terror  cease. 
When  from  sin  we  pray  release, 
Bidding  us  to  go  in  peace  : 

Calming  Spirit,  always  nigh. 

Helping  our  infirmity 

When  in  lonely  doubt  we  lie : 

Spirit,  Strength  of  all  the  weak. 
Giving  courage  to  the  meek. 
Teaching  faltering  tongues  to  speak : 

Spirit  aiding  all  who  yearn 
More  of' Truth  divine  to  learn. 
And  with  deeper  love  to  burn  : 

Spirit,  Fount  of  fiiith  and  joy, 
Giving  peace  without  alloy, 
Hope  that  nothing  can  destroy  : 

Source  of  love  and  light  divine. 
With  that  hallowing  Grace  of  Thine, 
More  and  more  upon  us  shine. 


I 


SPIRIT  OF  LOVE,   BE  IN  OUR  HEART.     605 


Holy,  loving  as  Thou  art, 
Come  and  live  within  our  heart, 
Never  from  us  to  depart. 

May  we  soon,  from  sin  set  free. 
Where  Thy  w^ork  may  perfect  be, 
Jesu's  face  with  rapture  see. 
Hear  us.  Holy  Spirit ! 


TWELVE    FRUITS    OF  THE    SPIRIT. 


GaLATIANS    v.    22,    23. 


From  Restiiig-Places :   a  Manual  of  Christian  Doctri?te,  Duty,  and  Dei'otion, 
1870 :  edited  by  this  author's  brother,  the  Rev.  James  S.  Pollock. 


OPIRIT  of  Love^  be  in  our  heart, 

^^     And  make  us  loving  as  Thou  art ; 

And  grant  us  holy  Joy  to  find 

In  loving  God  and  all  mankind. 

So  in  our  hearts  Thy  Peace  be  known, 

And  in  our  lives  its  power  be  shown. 

In  davs  of  trial  make  us  stronsf 

To  bear  our  cross  and  Suffer  long: 

Give  Gentleness  in  heart  and  mind, 

A  voice  and  manner  always  kind  : 

And  mav  our  inward  feelinoj-  lead 

To  Goodness  sliown  in  word  and  deed : 

May  we  in  Faith  on  God  rely, 

And  judge  our  neighbor  hopefully. 


6o6       ENGLISH  HYMNS   OF  \^th  CENTURY. 

In  Meekfiess  may  our  hearts  be  still, 
And  yield  to  all  our  Father's  will. 
And  may  we,  strong  in  Patience,  bear 
What  God  may  send  of  grief  or  care, 
^lay  Modesty  of  thought  ensure 
That  all  our  lives  be  Chaste  and  pure  : 
May  Temfcj-ance  with  careful  rein 
And  Continence  our  flesh  restrain. 


>><><c 


EDWARD   WILTON  EDDIS. 


A  member  of  the  Irvingite  body,  and  compiler  of  their  Hytnns  for  the  Use  of  the 
Churches,  1S64:  Second  edition,  enlarged,  1871.  These  noticeable  volumes  contain 
many  lyrics  of  his  own  :  of  which  this  one  bears  date  1868. 


OPIRIT  of  Christ,  Thou  speakest 
^^     On  earth  His  living  word  : 
Again  Thy  voice  of  warning, 
Thy  song  of  praise,  is  heard. 


Thou  in  Thy  Love  restorest 
The  riches  of  Thy  Grace, 

And  pourest  Thine  anointing 
On  all  who  seek  His  face. 

Help  us  with  Him  in  meekness 
To  tread  the  path  of  shame  : 

To  keep  His  word  of  patience, 
x\nd  not  deny  His  name. 


\ 


HOLY  GHOST,    THIS  DAY  DESCENDING.     607 

Few  upon  earth,  and  strangers, 

We  follow,  day  by  day. 
Where  He  has  trod  before  us. 

The  strait  and  narrow  way. 

But  soon  the  word  of  witness 
Shall  sound  from  land  to  land  ; 

And  in  the  hour  of  darkness 
The  wise  shall  understand  : 

When  through  the  tires  of  judgment 
And  through  the  waves  of  strife,         * 

The  saints  of  God  returning 
Shall  pass  from  death  to  Life  ; 

And  as  the  stars  of  Heaven, 

As  sand  upon  the  shore. 
His  holy  ones,  unnumbered. 

Shall  rise  to  fall  no  more. 


^>o>e<c 


JAMES   GABB. 

Rector  of  Bulmer.     From  his  Hymns  and  Son^s  of  Pilgrim  Life,  1871 

WHIT-SUNDAY. 

T  TOLY  Ghost,  this  day  descending 
"^  -^     On  Thine  infant  Church  to  bless, 
Tongues  to  the  Apostles  lending, 
God's  great  mercy  to  express  : 


^ 


6o8      ENGLISH  HYMNS  OF  i^rii  CENTURY, 

To  their  inward  siffht  unfoldinir 

All  the  mystery  of  Love, 
Which,  His  majesty  withholding, 

Brought  the  Saviour  from  above : 

Every  heart  with  ardor  filling 

Jesus'  Name  to  glorify  : 
Dews  of  heavenly  Grace  distilling, 

Holy  influence  from  on  high  : 

Consecrate  us  now  with  fitness 
For  the  work  we  would  fulfil : 

Be  in  us  a  living  Witness 
Of  the  Father's  perfect  will. 

With  a  word  of  truth  in  season. 
Thou  our  waiting  souls  inspire ; 

Purge  our  sense,  inform  our  reason. 
Raise  our  minds  with  pure  desire. 

Fill  us  with  a  holy  passion 
Souls  of  dying  men  to  save  : 

Let  our  walk  and  conversation 
Christ  for  its  example  have. 

On  the  world,  which  shadows  darken, 
Shed  the  glory  of  Thy  light : 

May  repentant  souls  that  hearken 
To  Thy  voice,  receive  aright 

All  the  promises,  whose  beauty 
Makes  the  trusting  spirit  glad ; 

May  they  seek  the  path  of  duty, 
Choose  the  good  and  fiec  the  bad : 


Py//0  BUT  THOU,   ALMIGHTY  SPIRIT      609 


While  the  earth  and  sky  and  ocean, 
Gladdened  with  Thy  saving  rays, 

Murmur  songs  of  deep  devotion, 

And  all  creatures  hymn  Thy  praise. 

O  descend,  in  might  and  blessing, 

Holy  Spirit,  from  above  ! 
Till  the  world.  Thy  Grace  confessing. 

Praise  Thee,  Lord  of  light  and  love. 


3>»<C 


ANONYMOUS. 


"Eriphas,"  in  the  Eva^igelical  Ma^azi/te,  1821.     This  was  overlooked  in  its 
proper  place,  being  found  only  in  Nettleton's  Village  Hymns,  New  York,  1824. 


"XT  7HO  but  Thou,  almighty  Spirit, 

'  ^       Can  the  heathen  world  reclaim? 
Men  may  preach,  but  till  Thou  favor, 
Heathens  will  be  still  the  same  : 

Mighty  Spirit ! 
Witness  to  the  Saviour's  Name. 


Thou  hast  promised  by  the  prophets 

Glorious  light  in  latter  days  : 
Come,  and  bless  bewildered  nations. 

Change  our  prayers  and  tears  to  praise ; 

Promised  Spirit ! 
Round  the  w^orld  diffuse  Thy  rays. 
39 


6lO      ENGLISH  HYMNS  OF  \^th  CENTURY, 


All  our  hopes,  and  prayers,  and  labors 
Must  be  vain  without  Thine  aid  : 

But  Thou  wilt  not  disappoint  us, 
All  is  true  that  Thou  hast  said  : 

Faithful  Spirit ! 
O'er  the  world  Thine  influence  shed. 


Ok 

r 


AMERICAN      HYMNS. 


ANONYMOUS. 


From  Gospel  Melodies :    By  the  A  uihor  of  Several  Fugitive  Pieces.     Peters- 
burg, Va.,  1821.      This  is  a  paraphrase  of  Anne  Steele's  hymn  on  p.  119. 


PATERNAL  Spirit,  wilt  Thou  dwell 
-*-^     Within  my  bosom's  sinful  cell? 
And  can  a  Saviour  send  to  me 
A  holy  Comforter  like  Thee  ? 

When  in  my  doubts  and  dangers  blind 
Despair  has  darkened  all  my  mind. 
Eternal  Spirit !  didst  Thou  deign 
'Mid  all  my  darkness  to  remain? 

To  guide  me  through  the  mental  night 
Till  Grace  restored  the  living  light : 
To  save  me  by  Thine  equal  power 
In  every  darksome,  doleful  hour? 

When  some  kind  promise  cheers  my  heart 
And  bids  each  lingering  fear  depart. 
Sweet  Spirit !  it  must  be  Thy  voice 
That  makes  that  faltering  heart  rejoice. 


6l2 


AMERICAN  HYMNS. 


Jesus,  what  bids  me  call  Thee  mine? 
Sure  'tis  the  Comforter  divine  ! 
He  animates  my  heart's  desires, 
My  faith  sustains,  my  love  He  fires. 

O  sacred  Spirit,  with  me  stay  ! 
Sustain  me  till  that  glorious  day 
When  faith  no  more  shall  time  employ, 
Lost  in  the  certainty  of  joy  ! 


5>*iC 


LYDIA   HUNTLEY   SIGOURNEY,    1792-1865. 

This  familiar  hymn  appeared  in  Dr.  Nettleton's  Village  Hymns.,  New  York, 
1824;  and  afterwards,  somewhat  altered,  in  Joshua  Leavitt's  Christian  Lyre,  1830, 
where  it  is  untruly  stated  to  have  been  "  Written  for  the  Lyre."  In  both  it  is  marked 
"  H."     I  credit  it  to  Mrs.  Sigourney  on  the  authority  of  Mr.  Daniel  Sedgwick. 


"D  LEST  Comforter  Divine  ! 
^^     Whose  rays  of  heavenly  Love 
Amid  our  gloom  and  darkness  shine, 
And  point  our  souls  above  : 

Thou,  Who  with  "still  small  voice  " 
Dost  stop  the  sinner's  way, 
And  bid  the  mourning  saint  rejoice. 
Though  earthh'  joys  decay  ; 

Thou,  Whose  inspiring  Breath 
Can  make  the  cloud  of  care, 
And  even  the  gloomy  vale  of  death 
A  smile  of  glory  wear  ; 


SPIRIT  OF  HOLINESS,   DESCEND. 


6l 


Thou,  Who  dost  fill  the  heart 
With  love  to  all  our  race, 
Blest  Comforter  !  to  us  impart 

The  blessings  of  Thy  Grace. 


5>e:c 


SAMUEL   F.   SMITH,   D.D. 

Editor,  with  Baron  Stow,  of  the  Baptist  Psalmist,  1843:  it  contains  26  hymns 
by  him. 

OPIRIT  of  Holiness,  descend  ! 
^^     Thy  people  wait  for  Thee  : 
Thine  ear  in  kind  compassion  lend ; 
Let  us  Thy  mercy  see. 

Behold,  Thy  weary  Churches  wait 

With  wishful,  longing  eyes  : 
Let  us  no  more  lie  desolate  : 

O  bid  Thy  light  arise. 

Thy  light  that  on  our  souls  hath  shone 

Leads  us  in  hope  to  Thee  : 
Let  us  not  feel  its  rays  alone. 

Alone  Thy  people  be. 

O  bring  our  dearest  friends  to  God, 

Remember  those  we  love  ; 
Fit  them  on  earth  for  Thine  abode, 

Fit  them  for  joys  above. 

Spirit  of  Holiness,  'tis  Thine 

To  hear  our  feeble  prayer  ; 
Come,  for  we  wait  Thy  power  divine ; 

Let  us  Thy  mercy  share. 


6l4  AMERICAN  HYMNS. 

THOMAS   HASTINGS.      Born  17S4. 

From  his  Devotional  Hymns,   1850. 

r\  SPnUT  of  Holiness,  breathe 
^^  On  every  lone  dwelling  afar, 
Surrounded  by  shadows  of  death 

And  regions  of  guilt  and  despair. 
O  breathe  on  each  desolate  place 

Where  darkness  and  sorrow  are  found, 
Till  millions  our  Saviour  embrace, 

And  songs  of  deliverance  abound. 

O  breathe  on  those  heralds  of  Thine 

Who  speak  in  the  name  of  the  Lord ; 
And  cause  Thy  salvation  to  shine 

Wherever  they  publish  Thy  Word. 
Thou,  Thou  art  our  Hope  and  our  Trust, 

We  look  to  Thy  influence  alone 
To  crumble  the  idols  in  dust 

And  set  up  Thy  heavenly  throne. 

O  let  the  rich  dews  of  Thy  Love 

Abroad  on  the  nations  distil, 
Till  thousands  the  influence  prove, 

Till  all  shall  submit  to  Thy  Will. 
Now  hasten  that  hallowed  hour 

When  error  and  darkness  shall  flee ; 
And  the  honor  and  glory  and  power 

Shall  ever  be  given  to  Thee. 


CREATOR  SPIRIT!  COME  AND  BLESS  US.     615 


WILLIAM   CROSWELL,   D.D.,    1804-1851, 


Rector  of  Christ  Church  and  the  Advent,  Boston.     His  Poems  appeared  1861 


/CREATOR  Spirit!  come  and  bless  us; 
^-^     Let  Thy  love  and  fear  possess  us ; 
With  Thy  graces  meek  and  lowly 
Purify  our  spirits  wholly. 
Paraclete,  the  name  Thou  bearest, 
Gift  of  God  the  choicest,  dearest. 
Love,  and  Fire,  and  Fountain  Living, 
Spiritual  unction  giving, 
Shower  Thy  benedictions  seven 
From  Thy  majesty  in  heaven. 

Be  the  Saviour's  Word  unbroken. 

Let  Thy  many  tongues  be  spoken; 

In  our  sense  Thy  Light  be  glowing, 

Through  our  souls  Thy  Love  be  flowing; 

Cause  the  carnal  heart  to  perish, 

But  the  strength  of  virtue  cherish, 

Till,  each  enemy  repelling. 

And  Thy  peace  around  us  dwelling, 

We,  beneath  Thy  guidance  glorious, 

Stand  o'er  every  ill  victorious. 


6i6 


AMERICAN  HYMNS. 


RAY   PALMER,    D.D.      Born  iSo8. 


Secretary  of  the  Congregational  Union  at  New  York.     His  Hymns  and  Sacred 
Pieces  appeared  1865, 


O 


HOLY  Comforter, 
I  hear 

Thy  blessed  name  with  throbbing  heart. 
Pressed  oft  with  sorrow,  sin,  and  fear, 
And  pierced  with  many  a  venomed  dart : 
Come,  Messenger  divine. 
Come,  cheer  this  heart  of  mine. 

O  Holy  Comforter, 
I  know 
Thou  art  not  to  dull  sense  revealed ; 
Thou  com'st  unseen  as  the  sweet  flow 
Of  the  soft  wind  that  woos  the  field  : 
Breathe,  Messenger  divine, 
Breathe  on  this  soul  of  mine. 

O  Holy  Comforter, 
Thy  Light 
Is  light  eternal  and  serene ; 
Shine  Thou,  and  on  my  ravished  sight 
Visions  shall  break  of  thincrs  unseen  : 
Come,  Messenger  divine, 
Make  these  bright  glimpses  mine. 


0    THOU,    WHOSE  INFLUENCE    WAKES.     6l' 

O  Holy  Comforter, 
Thy  Love 
O'erfloweth  as  the  flooding  sea  ; 
Give  me  its  tenderness  to  prove, 
Visions  shall  break  of  things  unseen  : 
Come,  Messenger  divine, 
Make  these  bright  glimpses  mine. 

O  Holy  Comforter, 
Thy  Grace 
Is  life  and  help  and  hope  and  power : 
By  this  I  can  each  cross  embrace, 
Can  triumph  in  the  darkest  hour  : 
Come,  Messenger  divine, 
The  strength  of  Grace  be  mine. 

O  Holy  Comforter, 
Thy  peace, 
The  peace  of  God,  impart  and  keep 
Unrufl?ied  till  life's  tumults  cease. 
And  all  its  angry  tempests  sleep  : 
Come,  Messenger  divine. 
Thy  perfect  peace  be  mine. 


^"^.c 


ANONYMOUS. 

From  the  New  York  Churchmati' s  Monthly  Magazine,  July,  1856.     It  is  tliere 
said  to  be  "  Selected." 

f^\  THOU,  Whose  influence  wakes 
^^^     The  soul  to  praise  and  prayer, 
Whose  voice  of  consolation  breaks 
Through  sin  and  death's  despair  ! 


6l8  AMERICAN  HYMNS. 

Come,  with  Thy  gifts  of  heavenly  Love, 
Holy,  uncreated  Dove  ! 
Speak  to  the  trembling  tempest-tost  — 
Light  of  ancient  Pentecost. 

As  once  Thou  didst  of  old 

Descend  in  cloven  flame 
"With  sacred  influence  manifold, 

So  spread  the  Saviour's  name. 
Come  to  our  holy  Mother's  heart, 
The  gift  of  speech  to  her  impart. 
To  win  the  weary,  wandering,  lost  — 
Spirit-tongue  of  Pentecost. 

With  sin  and  fear  opprest. 

Could  we  life's  journey  make 
Without  Thy  presence,  heavenly  Guest, 

Our  confidence  to  wake? 
Come  when  our  days  are  young  and  fair, 
Teach  us  the  way  to  Heaven  by  prayer, 
Ere  beauteous  youth  in  age  be  lost  — 
Blessed  Dove  of  Pentecost. 


HOLY   GHOST,   THOU    SOURCE    OF    LIC^HT. 

From  the  Andover  Sabbath  Hymn-Book,  1858. 

TTOLY  Ghost,  Thou  Source  of  Light ! 
-*■  ^     We  invoke  Thy  kindling  ray  : 
Dawn  upon  our  spirits'  night, 
Turn  our  darkness  into  da  v. 


1 


SPIRIT,   POURED    ON  PENTECOST.  619 

To  the  anxious  soul  impart 

Hope,  all  other  hopes  above  ; 
Stir  the  dull  and  hardened  heart 

With  a  lono^infy  and  a  love. 

Give  the  struggling  peace  for  strife, 
Give  the  doubtini^  li^rht  for  i^loom  ; 

Speed  the  living  into  life, 

Warn  the  dvino;  of  their  doom. 

Work  in  all ;  in  all  renew 

Day  by  day  the  life  divine  ; 
Ail  our  wills  to  Thee  subdue, 

All  our  hearts  to  Thee  incline. 


SPIRIT,    POURED    ON    PENTECOST. 

Yxom  Hytnns  for  Church  and  Home,  Philadelphia,  i860:  preliminary  edition,  1859. 

OPIRIT,  poured  on  Pentecost, 
^^     Paraclete  and  Holy  Ghost, 
Resting  on  the  Eternal  Son, 
Holy,  uncreated  One  ! 
Breath  of  Life,  Thine  aid  impart; 
Waken  every  slumbering  heart. 
Every  grovelling  soul  refine 
With  Thy  Power  and  Grace  divine. 

Sanctifier,  seal  our  hearts 
With  the  Truth  Thy  Word  imparts  : 
Sacred  truths  and  themes  instil. 
And  Thy  pleasure  all  fulfil. 


620  AMERICAN  HYMNS. 

There  let  Christ  replace  His  throne, 
And  possess  us  for  His  own, 
Till  our  bodies  all  shall  be 
Temples  to  Thy  Deity. 

Everlasting  Spirit,  come. 
Teach  us  life's  imperfect  sum. 
All  on  earth  is  dark  and  drear, 
Changeful  as  the  changing  year : 
Raise  our  thoughts  from  things  of  earth, 
Subjects  of  a  better  birth  ; 
And  our  song  shall  be  of  Thee 
Through  a  blest  eternity. 


FOR       INWARD       PEACE. 

From  Hymns  of  the  Spirit,  Boston,  1864. 

(~\  FOR  a  heart  of  calm  repose 
^^     Amid  the  world's  loud  roar, 
A  life  that  like  a  river  flows 
Along  a  peaceful  shore  ! 

Come,  Holy  Spirit,  still  my  heart 

With  gentleness  divine  : 
Indwelling  peace  Thou  canst  impart, 

O  make  that  blessing  mine  ! 

Above  these  scenes  of  storm  and  strife 
There  spreads  a  region  fair : 

Give  me  to  live  that  higher  life. 
And  breathe  that  heavenly  air  ! 


O  SPIRIT  OF   THE  LORD   OF  HOSTS/      62 1 

Come,  Holy  Spirit,  breathe  that  peace  ! 

That  victory  make  me  win  : 
Then  shall  my  soul  her  conflict  cease, 

And  find  a  heaven  within. 


>>8^oc 


BISHOP  WILLIAM   PINKNEY,   D.D. 


Now  Assistant  Bishop  of  Maryland.      From  his  Songs /or  the  Seasotis,  from 
Advent  to  Trinity:    New  York,  1865. 


MONDAY    IN    WHITSUN    WEEK. 

r\  SPIRIT  of  the  Lord  of  Hosts  ! 
^-^     We  feel  Thy  presence  near ; 
Not  more  in  gifts  miraculous, 
Than  in  the  first  warm  tear 

That  gathers  on  the  eye  of  faith, 
When  by  the  font  we  stand  ; 

Or  when,  in  Confirmation  robes. 
We  grasp  the  sword  in  hand. 

Thy  first  great  gifts  were  w^onderful, 
Breathed  on  a  faithful  few  ; 

But  now  Thy  sevenfold  gifts  descend 
Like  sparkling  drops  of  dew, 

Within  the  vineyard,  where  the  vines 

Creep  o'er  the  trellis  fair. 
And  with  rich  clusters  recompense 

The  dresser's  watchful  care. 


622 


AMERICAN  HYMNS. 


There  are  diversities  of  (^ifts 

Now,  as  in  days  of  yore ; 
But  still  the  Lord  works  all  in  all, 

As  once  He  wrought  before. 

One  Gift  there  is  surpassing  all 

Earth's  glories,  O  how  far ; 
It  floats  along  life's  firmament 

Like  evening's  ruling  star. 

It  sheds  its  light  on  all  alike, 

Who  look  by  faith,  to  see 
The  wonders  streaming  silenUy 

Through  that  deep  azure  sea. 

It  is  a  Gift  which  all  may  share, 
From  prince  to  peasant  rude  ; 

It  glows  not  more  in  palace  halls 
Than  in  dark  solitude. 

It  is  the  Gift  of  Love  divine, 

Which  all  may  covet  here, 
From  those  who  bask  in  sunny  smiles 

To  those  who  drop  a  tear. 

Wisdom  may  die,  and  knowledge  cease, 

And  miracles  may  fail ; 
The  gift  of  tongues,  and  healing  too, 

And  prophecy's  sad  wail ; 

But  Love  remains  the  heart  to  cheer. 

Its  marvels  to  renew  ; 
And  o'er  the  darksome  vale  it  sheds 

A  bright  celestial  hue. 


O  SPIRIT  OF   THE  LORD    OF  HOSTS!      623 

O  Spirit  of  the  living  God  ! 

Breathe  on  us  from  above 
This  rarest,  noblest  Gift  of  Thine, 

This  cherub  flame  of  Love. 

We  seek  not  wisdom,  knowledge,  power; 

We  ask  not  fame  or  wealth  ; 
We  seek  not  pleasure's  brimming  cup  ; 

We  ask  not  flush  of  health  ; 

For  these,  though  treasures  rich  indeed, 

When  loaned  to  us  awhile. 
Can  never  give  the  bliss  we  crave, 

The  soul's  bright  inner  smile. 

We  ask  for  love,  the  bird  of  peace 

That  sings  the  livelong  hour, 
And  fills  with  music's  sweetest  note 

Earth's  ruined,  faded  bower. 

We  ask,  when  faith  and  hope  shall  fail, 

To  hear  that  music  still, 
And,  with  this  bird  within  thti  soul, 

To  rest  on  Zion's  hill. 

O  give  us  then  the  grace  to  wait 

Thine  own  appointed  time. 
Till  these  dull  hearts  of  ours  shall  be 

Of  love  the  golden  shrine. 


624  AMERICAN  HYMNS. 


JOHN   HENRY   HOPKINS. 


Of  Burlington,   Vermont.      From  his  Carols,  Hymns,  and  Songs,   1863.      This 
fine  poem  "was  written  in  i860  or  earlier." 


T)  LOW  on,  Thou  mighty  Wind  ! 

-■-^     The  cloven  tongues  descending, 

Fanned  by  Thy  dewy  Breath,  shall  blaze  and  burn, 

A  sacred  Flame  unending. 

Soon  shall  that  Fire  behold 
Vile  earth  transformed  to  fine  wrought  gold  ; 

And  gloom  of  shadowy  night 
That  Flame  shall  kindle  into  light : 
Therefore,  Thou  mighty  Wind,  blow  on. 

Blow  on.  Thou  mighty  Wind, 

And  waft  to  realms  unbounded 
The  notes  of  Faith  and  Hope  and  tender  Love 

The  Gospel  trump  hath  sounded. 

Those  sweetly  piercing  tones. 
That  charm  all  wars  and  tears  and  groans, 

Through  earth  and  sea  and  sky 
Upon  Thy  rushing  wings  shall  fly ; 
Therefore,  Thou  mighty  Wind,  blow  on  ! 

Blow  on.  Thou  mighty  Wind  ; 

For  tempest-tost  and  lonely 
The  Church  upon  the  rolling  billows  rides, 

And  trusts  in  Thy  Breath  only. 


i 


BLOPP'   O^V,    THOU  MIGHTY   WIND. 


625 


She  spreads  her  swelling  sails 
For  Thee  to  fill  with  favoring  gales, 

Till  through  the  stormy  sea 
Thou  bring  her  Home  where  she  would  be 
Therefore,  Thou  mighty  Wind,  blow  on. 


Blow  on,  Thou  mighty  Wind, 

On  hearts  contrite  and  broken. 
And  bring  in  quickening  power  the  gracious 
words 

That  Jesu's  lips  have  spoken. 

Lo  then,  from  death  and  sleep, 
The  listening  souls  to  life  shall  leap  ; 

Then  Love  shall  reign  below, 
And  Joy  the  whole  wide  world  o'erflow  : 
Therefore,  Thou  mighty  Wind,  blow  on. 

To  God,  the  Father,  Son, 

By  all  in  earth  and  heaven, 
And  to  the  Holy  Spirit,  Three  in  One, 

Eternal  praise  be  given  : 

As  once  triumphant  rang 
When  morning  stars  together  sang, 

Is  now,  as  aye  before, 
And  shall  be  so  for  evermore, 
World  without  end.     Amen.     Amen. 


40 


626 


AMERICAN  HYMNS. 


FOR   REUNION. 

A  verse  from  his  Processional  for  the  Reunion  of  Christendom. 

/^OME,  O  God  the  Holy  Ghost ! 
^-^     O  strong  Wind,  with  thunder, 
Blow,  till  all  our  scattered  host 

Part  no  more  in  sunder. 

Light,  O  Flame  all  glorious. 
Light  once  more  Thy  tongues  of  fire  : 
Breathe  on  us,  till  Thou  inspire 

Thine  own  Love  victorious. 


I 


INDEX     OF     SUBJECTS, 


(This  is  of  necessity  very  meagre  and  partial,  aiming  to  indicate,  not  the  chief 
attributes  and  ordinary  operations  of  the  Spirit,  wliich  are  celebrated  everywhere 
throughout  this  volume,  but  merely  some  of  His  more  especial  relations,  occasionally 
noticed.) 

Creation:  9,  205,  340,  354.  416,  421,  44SM97)  528,  543.  595- 

Analogies  of  Nature:  135,  142,  308,  479,  590. 

The  Bible:  115,  334,  359,  361,  392.  595. 

The  Church  :  112,  278,  293,  362,  480,  490,  540,  626. 

Extension  of  Christ's  Kingdom:  16,  375,  444,  472,  519,  520,  537, 

609,  613,  614,  624. 
The  Ministry:  448,462,477. 

Public  Worship:  373,  404,  441,  464,  470,  485,  499,  594. 
Baptism:  372.  399. 
Confirmation  :  447,  531,  571,  596. 
Holy  Communion:  335,  336,  529,  585. 
Pentecost:  13,  45-102,  299. 

Whit-Sunday:  264,  311,  383,  402,  446,  458,  491,  512,  565,  607. 
Ascension  :  56S. 
For  the  State:  251,  293,  353, 
„         Young:  476,  5S6. 
„         Sick  :  467. 
Friendship:  350. 
Faith,  Hope,  and  Love:  469, 
Love:  570. 
Peace  :  620. 
The  Third  Hour:  8. 
The  Ninth  Commandment:  144. 
The  Beatific  Vision:  396. 
Meekness:  548. 
Simplicity  :  452. 
Consistency:  143,  291,  358. 
Pknitence:  294.  297,  338. 
Preparation  for  Death  :  237-239,  305,  541. 
Invitation:  130,  131 
Vanity  of  Earth:  194,  195,  523. 
Pilgrimage  :  150,  151. 
Progress:  158.  554. 
Litanies:  305,  599,  601. 
The  Spirit  and  the  Letter:  132,487. 

unlimited:   13^- 417.  4i8,  497.  55^  557.  S9Q. 

,,  omnipresent:   126. 

.,  OF  the  Fathers:  10,  275. 

„  of  Law:  592. 

„  grieved:  121,  157,  302,  303,  312,  3SI-3S3,  S58. 

The  Gladdener:  116,  155,  156,  242,  527. 


INDEX      OF     AUTHORS. 


LATIN. 

PAGE 

Adam  of  St.  Victor     .     .     .   54,211-222 

Ambrose? 45,47,198,199 

Charlemagne? 167-180 

Hilary? 50.52 

Hildebert 222 

Hildegarde 207, 20S 

Notker s8?.2oi,203 

Robert  II.  of  France  ....     181-190 

Unknown  .      49,  53,  57, 191-197,  200,  201, 

205,  210,  563,  598 

GREEK. 

St.  Cosma.s 61 

St.  John  Damascene 60 

St.  Joseph  of  the  Studium    ....  62 

Unknown 59 

ITALIAN. 
Bianco  da  Siena 225 


GERMAN. 

BoGATZKY,  Charles  Henry .     .     .        112 

Bruhn,  David 272 

Crasseiius,  Bartholomew      .     .     .        109 

Frank,  John 258 

Gerhardt,  Paul  ....        111,242-255 

Gregor,  Christian 267 

Lavater,  John  Caspar      ....       274 

Luther,  Martin 230-241 

Neander,  Joachim 260,  263 

Schirmer,  Michael 256 

Schmolk.  Benjamin 264 

Spitta,  Charles  J.  P 275,  278 

Tersteegen,  Gerhard  ....     269,  270 


DANISH. 

PAGE 

Christensen 280 

Unknown 281-284 

FRENCH. 

GuiON,  Jeanne 285.  286 

Malan,  Cesar 2S6, 287 


ENGLISH. 

Tr.  following  an  author's  name  indicates 
that  he  appears  in  this  volume  as  a  translator 
only :  followiiig  the  number  of  a  given  page, 
that  the  hymn  thereon  is  translated  from  an- 
other language. 

Addison,  Lancelot 312 

Alexander,  Cecil  Frances  .  .  91,572 
Alexander,  John  Henry  .  .  .  138-140 
Alexander,  William  Lindsay     .     .        574 

Alford,  Henry 484 

Allen,  Oswald 573 

Allen.  William? 472 

Arnold,  Jane  E.,  ^r 286,287 

Auber,  Harriet 141 

Austin,  John  .     .     .     .      183 /r.,  307-310 

Barclay,  John 127, 129 

Bathnrst,  William  Hiley.  9-12,453-456 
Beaumont,  Joseph .  .  .  .  71,304,305 
Beddome,  Benjamin  .  122,134,413-415 
Benedict,  Erastus  C,  ir.      ...        203 

Bishop,  BE 585 

Blenkinsopp,  Edwin  L.,  tr.  .  .  197 
Blew,  Wm.  J.      5.  50  ir.,  192  tr.,  213  ir. 


INDEX  OF  AUTHORS. 


629 


PAGE 

Bonar,  Horatius     .     .      195  tr.,  537-543 

Br.dges,  Matthew 507 

Bio'.ue,  Adiic 498 

Browne,  J    E 495 

Browne,  Siriion 78,318,421 

BLinting,  William  Maclardie      .     .       487 

Bmbidse,   I'hoiiias 576 

Hiirnliain,  R  chard 419 

Burton,  John 6 

Butterworth,  Joseph  H 531 

Cambridge,  Ada 144 

Campbe.l,  Robert  .  .  65,  179  /r.,  187  tr. 
Caswall,  E     .  45  /r.,  184  tr.^  220  tr ,  508 

Cennick,  John 370-372 

Chambers,  John  David,  tr.  .  .  57,  58 
Chandler,  John,  tr.  ^.  .  .  .  199, 200 
Charles,  E.izabeth,  tr.     .     .     .     .        212 

Cobbin.  Ingrani 135 

Conder,  Jos-.ah  ....  .       23,465 

Coney,  Thomas 321 

Cosin,  John,  tr. 171 

Cotterill,  Thomas  ....  90,429,430 
Coverdale,  Myles  .  231  tr.,  237  tr..,  291 
Cowper,  Maria  Frances  .  .  .  409,411 
Cowper,  William,  tr.  .     .     .     .     285, 286 

Cox,  Frances  E.,  tr. 274 

Cox,  George  V 63 

Craig,  James 324 

Crewdson.  Jane 142,  199  tr. 

Crippen,  T.  G.,  tr. 208 

Croly,  George 522 

Croswell,  William 615 

Davifs,  Samuel 390 

Davis,  Thomas 5S4 

Dayman,  Edward  A.,  tr.      ...  47 

Dix,  William  C  ,  tr. 59-61 

Doddridge,  Philip  .  .'  .  .  .  37S-380 
Drummond,  William,  tr.      ...        169 

Dryden,  John,  tr 175 

Duffield.  Samuel  W.j/r.       ...        218 

Dunderdale,  R 452 

Dunn,  Samuel 561,562 

Eddis,  Edward  Wilton  ....       606 

Edmeston,  James 470,  471 

Elliott,  Charlotte 466-468 

Evans,  Jonathan  .....  404 
Evans,  Robert  Wilson     .     .     .     543-549 

Faber,  Frederic  W.  .  186  tr,  503,  505 
Faithfull,  James  Grantham  .     .     .       596 


PAGB 

Fallow,  Eliza  Jones 461 

Fawcett,  Joiin 121 

Fellows,  John 399,  401 

Fhsher,  John 519 

Ford,  Charles  Laurence  ....         65 
Forsyth,  Christina 532,534 

Gabb,  James      .  .  ....       607 

Gadsby,  Wil  iam  ...  .     .        432 

Gibbons,  Thomas 130 

Gill,  Thomas  H.  .     .    loo,  101,  147-159, 

530-559 

Gough,  Benjamin 13-16 

Grimani,  Julia  C 494 

Gurney,  Archer  I'hompson  ...         93 

Hall,  C.  Newman 535 

Hammond.  William     ....       80,  376 

Harding,  John    .' 493 

Harrison,  Thomas 323 

Hart,  Joseph 82,382-386 

Harvie,  Christopher 69 

Haslam,  S.  B 132,  133,  446 

Hastings,  Thomas 614 

Haweis,  Thomas     ....    20,  407-409 

Hawker,  Robert 437  , 

Heber,  Reginald 446 

Herbert,  Daniel 426 

Herbert,  George 299-303 

Herrick,  Robert 305 

Hollis,  Benjamin  S 499-502? 

Hopkins,  John  Henry     .     .     .     624,626 

Hull,  Wi.liam  W 461 

Humphreys,  Eliza 94,529 

Irons,  Joseph 433-435 

Jacobi,  John  Christian,  tr.      .  233,  242 

Jackson,  A 593 

Jones,  Joseph 481,483 

Judkin,  Thomas  J 45},  460 

Keble,  John     ....   96, 98,  447-450 

Kelly,  Thomas 19 

Kempenfelt,  Richard  ....     395,  396 

Kemplhorne.  John 428 

Kennedy,  Benjamin  Hall?  tr.  .  270 
Kinwelmersh,  Francis  ....  294 
Kynaston,  Herbert      .     .     .    205  tr.,  580 

Leifchild,  John 485 

Littledale,  Richard  F.  95,  207  tr.,  210  tr., 
225  tr.,  599 


630 


INDEX  OF  AUTHORS. 


PAGE 

Lowe,  Henry 445 

Lynch,  Thomas  Toke      .     .     .     524-529 

Mackay,  Margaret 521 

Mant,  Ricliard 469 

Mason,  John 116 

Massie,  Richard, //-.    .  111,239,240,258, 
27s.  278 

Medley.  Samuel 406 

Meeres,  Nathaniel 484 

Mon-ell,  John  S.  R 5S1,  5S3 

Mont<;omery,  James    ....     442-444 
Montgomery,  Robert  ....     497,  49S 

More,  Henry 21,73,307 

Morgan,  Arthur  Middlemore    .     .        160 
Moultrie,  Geraid,  tr. 598 

Neale,  James  .     .     .t.     .     .     .       394 

Neale,  John  Mason     .    8,  62  tr.^  18S  tr., 

201  tr.,  491 

Neville,  S-  C.  E 463,  464 

Newnian,  John  Henry,  tr.  .     .     .        198 

Noel,  Baptist  W.  ? 457 

Noel,  Chanotte  Margaret    .     .     107, 560 

Onderdonk,  Henry  Ustic  .     .     .        131 
O'Neile,  Henry 477 

Palmtir,  Ray 189/^,616 

Pattison,  Samuel 416, 417 

Pearson,  Charles  B.,  tr 53,  54 

Percival,  W.  R.      .....     590,  592 

Pinkney,  William 621 

Pollock,  Thomas  Benson      .     .    601, 605 
Pott,  Frances,  tr 563 

Rawlet,  John 311 

Rawson,  George 516,518 

Rawson,  Thomas 380 

Reed,  Andrew 439,  440 

Row,  Thomas 436 

Russell,  Arthur  Tozer       234  tr.^  238  tr., 

510-516 

Ryland,  John 118,405 

ScHiEFFER,  Charles  W.,  tr.      .     .       263 
Scott,  Elizabeth      ......        392 

Seagrove,  Robert 373, 375 


page 

Sigoumey,  Lydia  Huntley  .     .     .  612 

Smith,  Samuel  F 613 

Sparks,  William  Prescott     .     .     .  479 

Spenser,  Edmund 29S 

Steele,  Anne 119 

Stewart,  John 427 

Stocker,  John 403 

Stone,  Samuel  John 595 

Tait,  Gilbert,  tr. 280 

Tate,  Nahum,  tr. 174 

Tayler,  Chanes  B 535 

Taylor,  Jeremy 72 

Teate,  Faithfull 114 

Thomas,  David 590 

Thrupp,  Diana  A 476 

Thrupp.  Joseph  F.}  tr 194 

Tomkins,  Henry  George ....  523 

Tonna,  Charlotte  E 462 

Toplady,  Augustus  M.  17,  245  tr.,  38S,  390 

Tritton,  Joseph 594 

Vaughan,  Henry 75 

Vennard,  Richard 295 

Washburn.  Edward  A.,  tr.    52,  216,  222 

Watts,  Isaac 315-317 

Wesley,  Charles      23-39,83-90,  123-127, 
3  .^-369 

Wesley,  John 21.303 

Wesley,  Samuel,  Jr.        ...     .       327 

Williams,  Isaac       49  tr.,  177  tr.,  191  tr., 

193  tr.,  201  tr.,  488-490 

Williams,  John,  tr 17S 

Williams,  William 3S7 

Willison,  John 393 

Winkworth,  Catharine,  tr.   109,  112,  235, 

247-257,  261,  264,  269 

Wither,  George      .     .     .     .     67,  168  tr. 

Woodd,  Basil 425 

Wordsworth,  Christopher    .  136,  565-571 
Wright,  John 325 

Unknown,  tr.  172,  241,  267,  272,  2S1-2S4 

Unknown,  143,  292  297.  319.  402,  419,  431, 

450,  451.  457,  45S.  472-475   478,  492, 

520,  564,  578-580,  585-5S9.  609.  611, 

617-620. 


INDEX   OF   FIRST   LINES. 


LATIN    HYMNS. 

Adeste,  summa  Caritas    . 
Adsis,  supenie  Si)iritus 
Alimim  Flamen,  Vita  mund 
Amor  Patris  et  Filii  .     .     . 
Anni  i  eractis  meiisibus  .     . 
Audiimir  ;  a'ma  Spiiitus     . 
Beala  nobis  gaiidia    .     .     . 
Eya  miisa  die  qiiaeso      .     . 
Jam  Christus  astra  ascenderat 
Laiides  Den  devotas      .     . 
Lux  jucimda,  lux  insignis  . 
Nunc  sancte  nobis  Spiritus 
O  Fons  anioris  Spiiitus 
O  ignis  Spiritus  Paracliti  . 
Sancti  Spiritus  adsit      .     . 
Simplex  in  essentia  .     .     . 
Spiritus  sancte,  pie  Paraclite 
Veni,  Creator  Spiritus  . 
Veni,  Creator  Spiritus,  Spiri 

Recreator 

Veni,  jam  veni,  Consolator 
Veni,  Sancte  Spiritus    . 
Veni,  summe  Consolator    . 
Veni,  superne  Spiritus  .     . 


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•  563 
93-197 

.  205 
.  210 
.       57 

•  49 
50,  52 
■        S3 

45,47,80 

•  53 

•  54 
198.  199 

200,  201 
207,  208 

201,  203 
216,  218 

.  222 
167-180 


598 
-190 
213 
192 


GERMAN    HYMNS. 

Brunquell  aller  Gdter  ....  258 
Dir,  dir,  Jehovah,  will  ich  singen  .  109 
Geist  des  Glaubens,  Geist  der  St'irke  275 
Hochgelobter  Geist  und  Herr  .  .  267 
Knmm,  Gott,  Schbpfer  ....  240,  241 
Komm,  hei'.iger  Geist  ....  230-235 
Komm,  O  komm,  du  Geist     .     .  260,  263 

Nun  bitten  wir 236-239 

O  du  allersuszste  Freude  .  .  .  242-248 
O  Geist  des  Herm 274 


PAGE 

O  Gott,  O  Geist 269.  270 

O  heil'ger  Geist,  kehr'bei  uns  ein  .  256 
O  komm,  du  Geist  der  Wahrheit  .  278 
SchmUckt  das  Fest  mit  Maien    .     .     264 

Wach  auf,  du  Geist n2 

Zeuch  ein  zu  deinen  Thoren  .     .  249,  253 


ENGLISH    HYMNS. 

Above  the  starry  spheres  .     .     . 
Alas  these  pilgrims  faint  and  worn 
All  laud  and  worship  o'er  the  earth 
Almighty  Comforter  and  Friend 

Almighty  Spirit,  we 

And  art  Thou  grieved   .     .     .     .  y 
And  where  shall  Mother's  bosom 
And  will  the  mighty  Gcd  .     .     . 

As  blows  the  wind 

At  Pentecost,  illustrious  day  .     . 
Author  of  every  work  divine  .     . 
Awake  and  blow,  Thou  purest  Win 
Awake,  awake,  Thou  Spirit  sweet 
Awake,  Thou  Spirit,  Who  of  old 

Away  with  our  fears 

A  year's  swift  months  have  passed 


Be  joyful  in  the  Lord,  ye  lands 
Be  our  support,  O  Hoy  Ghost 
Blessed  Spirit,  that  prepares! 
Blessed  Spirit  I  Thou  Who  deignest 
Blest  be  the  God  Who  men  inspired 
Blest  Comforter,  Balm  of  the  . 
Blest  Comforter,  come,  Lord 
Best  Comforter  Divine  .  .  . 
Blest  Comforter,  Who  didst  inspire 
Blest  God.  that  once  m  fiery  tongues 
Blest  Harbinger  of  future  joys  .  . 
Blest  Spirit,  from  the  Eternal  Sire  . 


58 
540 
436 
303 
448 
5'S 
135 

78 
340 
370 
325 
112 
123 

57 

140 
283 
548 
466 
132 
492 
234 
612 
5'3 
3^-3 
401 

4S7 


632 


INDEX   OF  FIRST  LINES. 


PACE 

Blest  Spirit  of  Truth,  etenial  God  .  384 

Blest  Spirit,  One  with  God  above  .  199 

Blow  on.  Thou  mighty  Wind      .     .  634 

Breathe,  descending  Holy  Spirit      .  394 

Breathe,  Holy  Spirit,  from  above    .  475 

Brethren,  let  us  join  to  raise  .     .     .  143 

Bright  Presence  I  may  my  soul  .     .  147 

But  who  shall  comfort 107 


Christ  had  regained  the  sky  .  .  47 
Christ  our  Sun  on  us  arose  ...  95 
Come,  blessed  Spirit,  descend  .  .  312 
Come,  blessed  Spirit,  Source  of  light  414 
Come,  Creator  Spirit  high  .  .  .  212 
Come,  deck  our  feast  to-day  .  .  .  264 
Come,  descend,  O  heavenly  Spirit  .  3S0 
Ccme  down,  O  Love  divine  .  .  .  225 
Come  from  the  four  winds,  O  Breath  14 
Come,  heavenly  Spirit,  come .  .  .  192 
Come,  heavenly  Spirit,  come.  Kind  195 
Come,  holy,  celestial  Dove     .     .     .     33S 

Come,  Holy  Ghost 331,  332 

Come,  Holy  Ghost,  and  warm  .  .  419 
Come,  Holy  Ghost,  celestial  Dove  .  323 
Come,  Holy  Ghost !  come.  Lord  .  233 
Come,  Holy  Ghost,  Creator,  come  .  174 
Come,  Holy  Ghost,  eternall  God  .  294 
Come,  Holy  Ghost,  eternal  God  .  172 
Come,  Holy  Ghost,  in  love  .  .  .  1S9 
Come,  Holy  Ghost,  my  soul  inspire  469 
Come,  Holy  Ghost,  on  us  .  .  515,  516 
Come,  Holy  Ghost,  our  hearts  .  .  334 
Come,  Holy  Ghost,  our  souls  inspire  171 
Come.  Holy  Ghost ;  the  Lamb  .  .  5S0 
Come,  Holy  Ghost,  the  Maker  .  .  168 
Come,  Holy  Ghost.  Thine  influence  336 
Come,  Holy  Ghost,  Thou  heavenly  393 
Come,  Holy  Ghost,  Thou  Lord  .  .  362 
Come,  Holy  Ghost,  Who  ever  One  198 
Come,  Holy  Spirit !  calm  my  mind  427 
Come,  Holy  Spirit,  come  and  .  307,  309 
Come,  Holy  Spirit,  come.  Let  Thy  382 
Come,  Holy  Spirit,  come.  Mercies  .  584 
Come,  Holy  Spirit,  come  ;  O  hear  .  476 
Come,  Holy  Spirit,  come,  With  energy  413 
Come,  Holy  Spirit  I  from  the  height  186 
Come.  Holy  Spirit,  God  and  Lord  .  235 
Come,  Holy  Spirit,  God  of  might  .  292 
Come,  Holy  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove  317 
Come,  Holy  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove      318 


PACK 

Come,  Holy  Spirit,  heavenly  Guest  371 

Come,  Holy  Spirit,  heavenly  Power  375 

Come.  Hoy  Spirit,  Love  d. vine      .  41T 

Come,  Holy  Spirlte,  most  blessed   .  231 

Come,  Holy  Spirit,  mystic  Dove     .  498 

Come,  Holy  Spirit,  now  descend     .  387 

Come,  Hoy  Spirit,  send  down   .     .  1S3 

Come,  Holy  Spirit,  with  Ti>y  Grace  203 

Come,  mighty  Spirit,  penetrate  .     .  538 

Come,  mild  and  holy  Dove     .     .     .  309 

Come.  O  come.  Thou  quickening    .  263 

Cotne,  O  God  the  Holy  Ghost    .     .  626 

Come,  O  promised  Comforte-     .     .  514 

Come.  O  Spirit,  graciously     .    .     .  197 

Come,  O  Spirit,  Lord  of  Grace  .     .  187 

Come,  Spirit  from  above    ....  191 

Come  then,  and  dwell  with  me   .     .  356 

Come,  I'hou  all-inspiring  Spirit  .     .  365 

Come,  Thou  almighty  Comforter     .  426 

Come,  Thou  beatific  Spirit     .     .     .  357 

Come,  Thou  Creating  Spirit  blest  .  177 

Come,  Thou  everlasting  Spirit   .     .  335 

Come,  Thou  heavenly  Spirit  pure   .  194 

Come,  Thou  Holy  Paraclete  .     .     .  188 

Come,  Thou,  O  come 598 

Come,  Thou  soul-transforming   .     .  404 

Come,  Thou  Spirit  of  contrition      .  336 

Come  to  our  poor  nature's  night .     .  516 

Come  to  Thy  temple  here  on  earth  .  249 

Come,  ye  who  desire 16 

Comforter,  to  Whom  we  owe  .     .     .  603 

Creator,  Holy  Ghost,  descend     .     .  169 

Creator  Spirit,  by  Whose  aid .     .     .  175 

Creator  Spirit !  come  and  bless  us  .  615 

Creator  Spirit,  come 17S 

Creator  Spirit,  Holy  Dove      .     .     .  240 

Creator  Spirit,  Lord  of  Grace     .     .  1 79 


Day  divine  !  when  sudden  streaming  100 

Dear  Comforter  of  pious  souls    .     .  324 

Dear  Dove,  Thy  prisoner  may  I  be  114 

Dear  Lord,  and  shall  Thy  Spirit  rest  119 

Deep  Spirit  of  divinest  calm  .     .     .  498 

Descend,  celestial  Dove,  And  make  399 

Descend,  celestial  Dove,  In  every   .  372 

Descend,  immortal  Dove    ....  378 

Descend  from  Heaven 385 

Do  we  only  give  Thee  heed    .     .     .  155 

Draw,  Holy  Spirit,  nearer.     .     .     .  278 

Drink  deep  of  the  Spirit    ....  127 


INDEX  OF  FIRST  LINES. 


^ZZ 


PACK 

Earnest  of  future  bliss    ....  3S8 

Emiiioned  on  high,  Ahiiighty  Lord  20 

E;e  Nature,  lovely  ch  Id,  arose    .     .  416 

Ere  the  world,  with  light  invested   .  9 

Eternal  former  oJ"  tiie  holy  mind    .  497 

Eterna",  Holy  Sprit,  bend      ...  485 

Etiinal  Spirit,  by  Whose  power      .  453 

Eternal  Spirit,  come 349 

Eternal  Spii  it,  let  me  knc  w   .     .     .  435 
Eternal  Spi-it,  Lord  of  L'ght      .     .461 

E  ernal  Spirit,  mighty  Lord    .     .     .  406 

Eternal  Spvnt,  Source  of  good    .     .  414 

Eternal  .'^piiii.  Source  of  lisjlu     .     .  390 

Eternal  S)  irit !  Source  of  Truth      .  429 

Eternal  Spirit,  Thee  we  priise    .     .  585 

Eternal  Spirit!  'twas  Thy  Breath    .  392 

Eternal  Spirit,  we  confess .     .     .     .  316 

Eternal  Spirit,  wilt  Thou  dwell  .     .  611 

Exceeding  faithful  in  Thy  word  .     .  67 

Expand  Thy  wings,  celestial  Dove .  354 


Fain  would  I  mount 390 

Father,  admit  our  lawful  claim    .     .  33 

Father,  glorify  Thy  Son     ....  26 

Father,  if  justly  still  we  claim     .     .  21 

Father,  if  Thou  my  Father  art   .     .  23 

Father  of  everlasting  grace     ...  85 

Father  of  our  dying  Lord  ....  25 

Fountain  of  Life,  most  pure   .     .     .  479 

Fountain  of  Love,  Thyself  true  God  503 

Fountain  of  sweets  !  Eternal  Dove  304 
Full  of  weakness  and  of  sin  . 


Genial  Spirit,  earth's  Emotion 
Gentle  Spirit,  waft  me  over  .  . 
Gift  of  the  Father's  living  Love 

Gladsome  feast ! 

Glory,  Holy  Ghost,  to  Thee  .  . 
God  Holy  Ghost,  teach  us  in  faith 
God  of  ail  consolation  .... 
God  of  peace  and  consolation 
God  the  Father,  God  the  Word . 
God  the  Spirit,  we  adore  Thee  . 
God  the  Spirit,  we  aspire  .     .     . 

Grace  Increate      

Gracious,  free,  and  sovereign  Spirit 
Gracious  Spirit,  Dove  divine  . 
Gracious  Spirit,  dwell  with  me 
Gracious  Spirit,  from  on  high 
Gracious  Spirit.  Holy  Ghost  . 
Gracious  Spirit,  Source  of  bliss 


395 
583 
52 
490 
284 
363 
467 
599 
595 
529 
508 
478 
403 


570 
463 


Granted  is  the  Saviour's  prayer  .  . 

Great  Spirit,  by  Wjiose  mighty  .  . 

Great  Spirit  of  Immortal  Love  .  . 
Great  Spirit,  like  a  rushing  wind 

Haii,,  bles-ed  Source  of  holy  Light 
Hail,  Father  of  the  poor  .... 
Hail.  Holy  Ghost.  Jehovah,  'J'hiid 
Hail,  Holy  Sp  rit.  Lriv;ht  immortal . 
Hail  the  joyful  dav's  return  .  .  . 
Hasten,  hasten,  sweetest  Dove   .     . 

Health  of  the  helpless 

Hear  all  the  S.iviour's  cry .     .     .     . 
Hear,  gracious  Sovereign  .... 


PACE 

■  83 

■  407 

■  379 
499 


452 

'93 
327 
421 

65 
396 
213 

34 
379 


Hear,  Holy  Sj  irit.  Fount  of  Sweetness  563 

Hear,  Holy  Spirit,  hear     ....  328 

Heavenly  Spirit,  may  each  heart     .  470 

He  's  come  !  let  every  knee  be  bent  319 

He  Who  with  His  mighty  hand  .     .  61 

His  Ho'y  Spirit  dwelleth    .     .     .     .  m 

Holiest  Source  of  consolation     .     .  457 

Holy  Comforter,  Who  guidest     .     .  468 

Holy  Ghost,  anointing  Dove  .     .     .  371 

Holy  Ghost,  app'y  Thy  word      .     .  363 

Holy  Ghost,  by  Him  bestowed  .     .  355 

Holy  Ghost,  come  down     ....  505 

Holy  Ghost,  dispel  our  sadness  .     .  245 

Holy  Ghost,  divine  Creator  (v.  4)  .  566 

Holy  Ghost,  Illuminator    ....  568 

Holy  Ghost,  inspire  our  praises  .     .  425 

Holy  Ghost,  regard  our  prayers  .     .  362 

Holy  Ghost,  remove  the  grief     .     .  357 

Hoy  Ghost,  the  Comforter    •     .     .  417 
Holy  Ghost,  the  Infinite  \_see  Come 

to  our  poor  nature's  night]. 

Holy  Ghost,  the  power  inspire    .     .  356 

Holy  Ghost,  this  day  descending     .  607 

Holy  Ghost,  Thou  God  and  Lord    .  267 

Holy  Ghost,  Thou  satest  brooding  .  543 

Holy  Ghost,  Thou  Source  of  Light  618 

Holy  Ghost,  Thy  power  impart  .     .  464 

Holy  Ghost,  we  know  Thou  art  .     .  ,356 

Ho'y  Ghost,  we  look  to  Thee      .     .  432 

Holy  Ghost,  Whose  fire  celestial     .  431 

Holy  Ghost,  Whose  potent  word    .  501 

Holy  Ghost,  Who  us  instructest .     .  513 

Holy  Ghost,  with  grace  inspire    .     .  358 

Holy  Ghost,  with  light  divine      •     .  439 

Holy  Gift,  surpassing 62 

Holy,  sanctifying  Dove 350 

Holy  Spirit,  come  renew  me  .     .     .  471 


634 


INDEX  OF  FIRST  LINES. 


PACB 

Holy  Spirit,  dwell  in  me     ...     •  358 

Holy  Spirit!  dwell  with  me    ...  55 » 

Holy  Spirit,  Fount  of  blessing    .     .  459 

Holy  Spirit,  from  on  high  ....  456 

Holy  Spirit,  gently  come    ....  376 

Holy  Spirit,  given 51° 

Holy  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove  .     .     .  433 

Holy  Spirit,  heavenly  Witness    .     .  434 

Holy  Spirit !  long  expected    ...  581 

Holy  Spirit,  Lord  of  Light    ...  184 

Holy  Spirit,  mystic  Dove  ....  481 

Holy  Spirit,  now  descend  ....  419 

Holy  Spirit,  once  again 261 

Holy  Spirit,  Source  of  Light ...  535 

How  dare  we  pray  Thee    ....  450 

I  WILL  not  leave  you  comfortless    .  63 

I  would  not  grieve  my  dearest  Lord  133 

In  the  houre  of  my  distress    .     .     .  305 

Inspired  by  Thee 446 

Inspirer  of  the  ancient  seers  .     .     .  359 

Jehovah,  let  me  now  adore  Thee  .  109 

Jesus  is  gone  up  on  high   ....  19 

Jesus,  Lord,  in  pity  hear  us   .     .     .  36 

Jesus,  our  exalted  Head    ....  29 

Jesus,  plant  Thy  Spirit  in  me     .     .  358 

Jesus,  we  hang  upon  the  word    .     .  27 

Jesus,  we  on  the  word  depend    .     .  31 

KiNDLER  of  seraphic  fire  ....  364 

Lbavk  us  not  comfortless  ....  23 

Let  songs  of  praises  fill  the  sky  .     .  90 

Let  Thy  wondrous  way  be  known    .  593 

Listen,  sweet  Dove,  unto  my  song  .  299 

Lord,  am  I  precious  in  Thy  sight    .  157 

Lord  God,  by  Whom  all  change      .  554 

Lord  God,  the  Holy  Ghost     .     .     .  442 

Lord,  show  Thy  glor>',  as  of  old      .  1 1 

Lord,  'twas  a  time  of  wondrous  love  134 
Lord,  when  we  come  at  Thy  dear  call  557 

Love  of  Father  and  of  Son    .     .     .  210 

May  Thy  Spirit,  bright  and  holy    .  144 

Midnight  clouds  are  rolled  away      .  66 

Mighty  Comforter,  to  Thee    .     .     .  539 

My  faith  is  weak 415 

My  soul  doth  magnify  the  Lord  .     .  116 

Nav,  startle  not 69 

Not  bound  by  chains 136 


FAGB 

Now  Christ  ascends  above  the  skies  So 

Now  crave  we  of  the  Holy  Ghost   .  239 

Now  is  the  Church's  joyous  feast    .  512 

Now  may  the  Spirit's  holy  Fire  .     .  373 

Now  our  prayers  are  heard  on  high  49 

Now  pray  we  all  God 238 

Now  prompt,  O  Muse,  the  fitting   .  53 

O  Breathe  upon  this  languid   .     .  465 

O  come.  Consoler,  vivifying  Dove  .  57S 

O  Comforter,  Thou  uncreated  Fire  20S 

O  enter,  Lord,  Thy  temple    .     .     .  253 

O  Fire  of  God  the  Comforter      .     .  307 

O  for  a  heart  of  calm  repose  .     .     .  620 

O  for  that  flame  of  living  fire      .     .  10 

O  for  those  solitary'  hours  ....  507 

O  God  of  love  and  power  ....  8 

O  God,  O  Spirit,  Light  of  all     .     .  269 

O  God,  our  Strength,  our  Refuge    .  5S0 

O  God,  when  wilt  Thou  come     .     .  139 

O  heavenly  Spirit  of  especiall  power  295 

O  holy  Comforter 616 

O  Holy  Ghost,  by  Whom  we  live    .  571 

O  Holy  Ghost,  the  Comforter     .     •  495 

O  Holy  Ghost,  Thou  God  of  peace  .  490 

O  Holy  Ghost,  Thy  heavenly  dew  .  274 

O  Holy  Ghost,  we  praise  Thy  Name  500 

O  Holy  Ghost,  Who  didst  descend  .  48S 

O  Holy  Ghost,  Who  down     .     .     .  550 
O  Holy  Ghost,  Whose  pitying    .     .579 

O  Holy  Spirit,  assist  me    ...     .  297 

O  Holy  Spirit,  blessed  Comforter    .  286 

O  Holy  Spirit,  come,  And  Jesu"s    .  573 

O  Holy  Spirit,  come  With  energy  .  472 

O  Holy  Spirit !  Comforter  Divine  .  534 

O  Holy  Spirit,  enter  in      ....  256 

O  Holy  Spirit,  Lord  of  Grace     .     .  200 

O  Holy  Spint,  now 241 

O  Holy  Spirit,  now  descend  on  me  532 

O  Holy  Spirite,  our  Comfortoure    .  291 

O  Holy  Spirit,  send 519 

O  Holy  Spirit,  Who  art  One  .     .     .  199 

O  Holy  Spirit,  W'ho  didst  shed  .     .  460 

O  Holy  Spirit,  with  'Ihy  Grace  .     .  203 

O  inexhaustive  Fount  of  Light  .     .  220 

O  invincible  Compeller      ....  545 

O  Lord,  Thy  Holy  Spirit  send   .     .  5S6 

O  Lord,  Thy  wing  outspread       .     .  5 

O  love  ye  the  Spirit  indwelling  .     .  129 

O  Messenger  of  dear  delight .     .     .  286 

O  pious  Paraclete  !  O  Holy  Spirit  .  222 


INDEX  OF  FIRST  LINES. 

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O  sacred  Spirit,  within  my  soul  repeat  311 

Spirit,  Jehovah,  glorious  Lord 

•     437 

0  smitten  soul 

153 

Spirit  of  Beauty 

.     528 

0  Son  of  God 

160 

Spirit  of  Bondage  unto  fear    . 

.     561 

0  Spirit,  descend 

590 

Spirit  of  Charity,  dispense      . 

.     28s 

0  Spirit,  Fount  of  Love    .... 

201 

Spirit  of  Christ,  descend    .     . 

.     562 

0  Spirit,  Lord  and  God      .... 

588 

Spirit  of  Christ,  Thou  speakest 

.     606 

0  Spirit  of  Holiness,  breathe      .     . 

614 

Spirit  of  everlasting  Grace      . 

•     537 

0  Spirit  of  Love 

493 

Spirit  of  Faith,  come  down     . 

•     337 

0  Spirit  of  our  spirit 

560 

Spirit  of  Glory  and  of  Grace  . 

•     594 

0  Spirit  of  Remembrance,  tell    .     . 

529 

Spirit  of  God  and  glory,  send 

.     408 

0  Spirit  of  the  living  God,  In  all    . 

444 

Spirit  of  God !  descend      .     . 

•     522 

0  Spirit  of  the  living  God,  Whose 

520 

Spirit  of  God,  I  cannot  rest    . 

.     502 

0  Spirit  of  the  Lord  of  Hosts    .     . 

621 

Spirit  of  God,  mysterious  Powei 

•     450 

0  Spirit  sweet  and  pure     .... 

558 

Spirit  of  God,  on  Thee  we  call 

.     42S 

0  Thou  eternal  Spright      .... 

307 

Spirit  of  God,  that  moved  of  old 

•     572 

0  Thou  meek  and  injured  Dove      . 

352 

Spirit  of  God,  Whose  sacred  fire 

•     457 

0  Thou  propitious  Parac'ete  .     .     . 

321 

Spirit  of  Grace,  of  Truth  and  Power  462 

0  Thou  sweetest  Source  of  gladness 

242 

Spirit  of  Grace,  Thou  Light  of  Life     270 

0  Thou  that  hearest  prayer    .     .     . 

6 

Spirit  of  Grace,  we  bless  Thy  name     341 

0  Thou  Who  by  the  Lord  wast  given  511 

Spirit  of  Holiness  and  Root  . 

•     344 

0  Thou  Who  by  Thy  Blood  .     .     . 

37 

Spirit  of  Holiness,  descend    . 

.     613 

0  Thou,  Whose  influence  wakes     . 

617 

Spirit  of  Holiness,  look  down 

•     455 

0  Thou  Whose  special  work  it  is    . 

596 

Spirit  of  interceding  Grace     . 

•     355 

0  turn,  most  Holy  Spirit,  turn    .     . 

451 

Spirit  of  Life  and  Light     .     . 

•     592 

Once  more  the  Christian  Pentecost 

458 

Spirit  of  Life  and  Light,  descend    .     4S4 

Once  the  soft  dews  of  night   .     .     . 

94 

Spirit  of  Life,  go  forth  .... 

•     472 

One  the  descending  Flame     .     .     . 

96 

Spirit  of  Life,  Thy  influence  shed   .     454 

Our  blest  Redeemer 

141 

Spirit  of  Love,  be  in  our  heart   . 

•     605 

Our  God,  our  God  !  Thou  shinest   . 

158 

Spirit  of  Love,  return    .     .     . 

.     368 

Spirit  of  Mercy,  dwell  .     .     . 

.     461 

Praise  be  Thine,  most  Holy  Spirit 

576 

Spirit  of  mercy,  truth,  and  love 

.     402 

Spirit  of  might  and  sweetness  too    .     447 

Quicken,  Lord,  Thy  Church  and  me    i"? 

Spirit  of  power  and  might,  behold  .     443 

Spirit  of  Power  and  Truth  and  Love  574 

Rejoice,  rejoice,  ye  fallen  race  .     . 

87 

Spirit  of  Power,  descend    .     . 

•     409 

Returned  is  sacred  Pentecost      .     . 

281 

Spirit  of  Power,  'tis  Thine  alone 

.     342 

Round  roll  the  weeks 

50 

Spirit  of  Power,  to  Thee  I  cry 

•     474 

Spirit  of  revelation    .... 

•     369 

Saviour  and  Prince  of  Peace    .     . 

28 

Spirit  of  sacred  happiness 

•     527 

Saviour,  I  Thy  word  believe  .     .     . 

17* 

Spirit  of  supplication     .     .     . 

.     366 

Saviour,  Lord,  Who  at  Thy  Death  ! 

32 

Spirit  of  Truth  and  Holiness 

•     473 

Saviour,  Thy  Father's  Promise  send 

484 

Spirit  of  Truth,  be  Thou  my  Guide    498 

Single  in  essential  place     .... 

218 

Spirit  of  Truth,  descend    .     . 

•     346 

Sinners,  lift  up  your  hearts     .     .     . 

124 

Spirit  of  Truth,  essential  God 

•     361 

Sinners,  your  hearts  lift  up      .     .     . 

89 

Spirit  of  Truth  !  my  mind  illume 

.     483 

Son  of  God,  for  Thee  we  languish   . 

38 

Spirit  of  Truth.  O  Holy  Ghost 

•     431 

Source  of  good,  Whose  power     .     . 

258 

Spirit  of  Truth,  on  this  Thy  day 

.     446 

Spirit  blest,  Who  art  adored  .     .     . 

601 

Spirit  of  Truth,  the  Comforter 

•     355 

Spirit,  by  Whose  operation     .     .     . 

275 

Spirit  of  truth.  Thy  grace  impart    .     430 

Spirit  Divine  !  attend  our  prayers   . 

440 

Spirit  of  Truth,  Thy  gracious  beams   287 

Spirit  divine,  from  Whom       .     .     . 

477 

Spirit  of  Wisdom,  guide  Thine  own     531 

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INDEX  OF  FIRST  LINES. 


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Spirit  of  Wisdom,  pure  and  perfect  498 

Spirit,  poured  on  Pentecost    .     .     .  619 
Sp  rit,  that  dweliest  where  the  stream  4q4 

Sprit!  Whose  various  enerijies  .     .  526 

Stay.  'I'hou  departing  Spirit,  stay    .  353 

Stay,  Thou  insuked  Spirit,  stay .     .  351 

Sweetest  Fount  of  lioly  gladness     .  247 

Sweet  Spirit,  wou.d  Thy  Breath      .  555 


That  we  might  walk  with  God  . 
Tije  day  of  Pentecost    .... 
The  glory  of  the  Spring  how  sweet 
The  God  of  grace  will  never  leave 
The  Grace  of  the  Holy  Ghost     . 

The  il.ustrious  day 

The  Lord  is  gone 

The  Love  of  the  Spirit  I  sing     . 
The  Spirit  in  our  hearts     .     . 
The  Spirit  in  the  Word      .     .     . 
The  tuneful  sound  of  music    .     . 

Thee  will  we  praise 

There  was  a  little  lowly  upper  room 
Thou  blessed  Spirit,  by  Whose  aid 
Thou  Holy  Spirit,  Comforter  sublime 
Thou  Holy  Spirite,  we  pray  to  Thee 
I'hou  Source  of  all  vigor  divine  . 
Thou  Spirit  of  eternal  Truth  .     . 
Thou  Who  camest  from  above    . 
Thou  Who  framedst  this  goodly. 
Thou  Who  lovest  us  as  a  Father 


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Thou  Who  One  in  Essence  livest    .  216 

Thy  happy  ones  a  strain  begin    .     .  156 

Thy  lieavenly  kingdom  here  below  71 

Till  the  day  dawn 537 

Tongues  of  fire  tVom  Heaven  descend    72 

Tune  we  our  heart-strings  high  .     .  305 

Unseen  Spirit,  Lord  of  Life      .     .  590 

Vouchsafe  then,  O  Thou  most      .  298 

We  cannot  see  the  wondrous  Hand  142 

We  give  Thee  thanks.  Good  Spirit  585 

We  keep  the  Feast  of  Pentecost     .  59 

Welcome,  white  day  ! 75 

When  across  the  inward  thought      .  523 

When  Christ  His  body  up  had  borne  73 

When  God  of  old  came  down      .     .  98 

When  the  blest  day  of  Pentecost    .  82 

When  the  leaves  of  life  are  falling  .  541 

When  the  Lord  of  Hosts  ascended  565 

Wherefore,  most  sacred  Spirit    .     .  300 

Whither  shall  a  creature  run  .     .     ,  126 

Who  but  Thou,  almi,;:;hty  Spirit .     .  609 

Why  hasteth  on  this  pilgrim  throng  150 

Why  should  the  children  of  a  Kitig  315 

Wind  of  the  North,  awake     .     .     .  533 

Would  the  Spirit  more  completely  .  101 

Yet,  O  most  blessed  Spirit    .     .     .  298 


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